Landscape shapes culture

Lanscape shapes culture.

If you waste water, you die.

memory is the only way home.

Home is where we have a history.

Grief dares us to love once more.

Agitation gives birth to creation.

Democracy is an insecure landscape.

I love the interrelatedness of things.

CONVERSATION is the vehicle for change.

Not everything is meant for all to hear.

I write as a witness to what I have seen.

The mind creates those things that exist.

We mask our needs as the needs of others.

My body is a compass - and it does not lie.

Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

Storytelling is the oldest form of education.

The human heart is the first home of democracy.

An individual doesn't get cancer, a family does.

There is no one true church, no one chosen people.

When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.

To slow down is to be taken into the soul of things.

Rituals are the formulas by which harmony is restored.

Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision.

Dying doesn't cause suffering. Resistance to dying does.

I think that water is a tremendous organizing principle.

The danger is in what we codify, commodify, and exploit.

Hope is not attached to outcomes but is a state of mind.

My voice is born repeatedly in the fields of uncertainty.

Perhaps the most radical act we can commit is to stay home.

Story is a sacred visualization, a way of echoing experience.

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.

Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.

Words empower us, move us beyond our suffering, and set us free.

This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.

I believe every woman should own at least one pair of red shoes.

Most of all, differences of opinion are opportunities for learning.

The only book worth writing is the book that threatens to kill you.

Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

No separation between the spiritual and the physical. It is all one.

Women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.

I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white.

Stories have the power to create social change and inspire community.

I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.

I don't think of myself as an American; I see myself as a human being.

I grew up in a culture in which it was a sin for a woman to speak out.

If a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently.

Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.

I think the whole idea of home is central to who we are as human beings.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.

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