We are contemporary citizens living in a technological world. Swimming in crosscultural waters can be dangerous, and if you are honest you can't stay there very long. Sooner or later you have to look at your own reflection and decide what to do with yourself.
We are urban people. We make periodic pilgrimages to the country. . . . If we align ourselves with the spirit of place we will find humility fused with joy.
The land holds stories.
What is real to me is the power of our awareness when we are focused on something beyond ourselves. It is a shaft of light shining in a dark corner. Our ability to shift our perceptions and seek creative alternatives to the conondrums of modernity is in direct proportion to our empathy. Can we imagine, witness, and ultimately feel the suffering of another?
Terry Tempest WilliamsFinding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.
Terry Tempest WilliamsIf you take away all the prairie dogs, there will be no one to cry for the rain.
Terry Tempest WilliamsThe story of the Utah prairie dog is the story of the range of our compassion. If we can extend our idea of community to include the lowliest of creatures, call them 'the untouchables', then we will indeed be closer to a path of peace and tolerance. if we cannot accommodate 'the other', the shadow we will see on our own home ground will be the forecast of our own species' extended winter of the soul.
Terry Tempest WilliamsThere becomes little doubt as to why power chooses to support power. Rwanda becomes invisible once again. We have nothing America wants.
Terry Tempest WilliamsI am leaving this tower and returning home. When I speak with family, and comments are always the same, 'Won't you be glad to get back to the real world?'
This is my question after two weeks of time, only two weeks, spent with prairie dogs, 'What is real?'
What is real? These prairie dogs and the lives they live and have adapted to in grassland communities over time, deep time?
What is real? A gravel pit adjacent to one of the last remaining protected prairie dog colonies in the world? A corral where cowboys in an honest day's work saddle up horses with prairie dogs under hoof for visitors to ride in Bryce Canyon National Park?
What is real? Two planes slamming into the World Trade Center and the wake of fear that has never stopped in this endless war of terror?
What is real? Forgiveness or revenge and the mounting deaths of thousands of human beings as America wages war in Afghanistan and Iraq?
What is real? Steve's recurrence of lymphoma? A closet full of shoes? Making love? Making money? Making right with the world with the smallest of unseen gestures?
How do we wish to live And with whom?
What is real to me are these prairie dogs facing the sun each morning and evening in the midst of man-made chaos.
What is real to me are the consequences of cruelty.
What is real to me are the concentric circles of compassion and its capacity to bring about change.
What is real to me is the power of our awareness when we are focused on something beyond ourselves. It is a shaft of light shining in a dark corner. Our ability to shift our perceptions and seek creative alternatives to the conundrums of modernity is in direct proportion to our empathy. Can we imagine, witness, and ultimately feel the suffering of another.
People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand--what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for--Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.
Terry Tempest WilliamsGrief dares us to love once more.
Terry Tempest WilliamsTags: grief
What other species now require of us is our attention. Otherwise, we are entering a narrative of disappearing intelligences.
Terry Tempest WilliamsTags: intelligence language culture narrative disappearance
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