To Put Your Hands In A River

What Does It Mean To Grow Rich? Is It To Have Red-blooded Adventures And To Make A ‘fortune,’ Which Is What Brought The Whalers And Other Entrepreneurs North? Or Is It, Rather, To Have A Good Family Life And To Be Imbued With A Far-reaching And Intimate Knowledge Of One’s Homeland, Which Is What The Tununirmiut Told The Whalers At Pond’s Bay Wealth Was? Is It To Retain A Capacity For Awe And Astonishment In Our Lives, To Continue To Hunger After What Is Genuine And Worthy? Is It To Live At Moral Peace With The Universe?

The Writer Works On The Inside And The Critic Works On The Outside. I Don't Know What It Looks Like On The Outside, Sometimes. It's Not That I'm Not Interested-it's Not Where I Live. I Live Inside The Story.

I Know Of No Restorative Of Heart, Body, And Soul More Effective Against Hopelessness Than The Restoration Of The Earth.

You Can't Learn Anything From Saguaro Cactus, From Ocotillo. They Are Just Passing Through; Their Roots, Their Much Heralded Dormancy In The Dry Season, These Are Only Illusions Of Permanence. They Know Even Less Than You Do.

Over The Years, One Comes To Measure A Place, Too, Not Just For The Beauty It May Give, The Balminess Of Its Breezes, The Insouciance And Relaxation It Encourages, The Sublime Pleasures It Offers, But For What It Teaches. The Way In Which It Alters Our Perception Of The Human. It Is Not So Much That You Want To Return To Indifferent Or Difficult Places, But That You Want To Not Forget.