We Keep Secrets From Ourselves That All

Every Important Social Movement Reconfigures The World In The Imagination. What Was Obscure Comes Forward, Lies Are Revealed, Memory Shaken, New Delineations Drawn Over The Old Maps: It Is From This New Way Of Seeing The Present That Hope Emerges For The Future...let Us Begin To Imagine The Worlds We Would Like To Inhabit, The Long Lives We Will Share, And The Many Futures In Our Hands.

A Story Is Told As Much By Silence As By Speech.

This Earth Is My Sister; I Love Her Daily Grace, Her Silent Daring, And How Loved I Am. How We Admire This Strength In Each Other, All That We Have Lost, All That We Have Suffered, All That We Know: We Are Stunned By This Beauty, And I Do Not Forget: What She Is To Me, What I Am To Her.

At The Museum A Troubled Woman Destroys A Sand Painting Meticulously Created Over Days By Tibetan Monks. The Monks Are Not Disturbed. The Work Is A Meditation. They Simply Begin Again.

Far More Frightening Than The Thought Of Dying Was The Experience Of Erasure Already Occurring In My Life. My Fear Of Becoming Someone Who Did Not Count.