I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés refuge
Here is the woman who had seriously considered taking LSD under the supervision of a medical doctor so she could have "a mind-altering experience," who had read herself straight out of Mormonism and into Eastern religious thought--but refused to replace one dogma with another.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés dogma
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés women sing birds celebrate
I am afraid of silence. Silence creates a pathway to peace through pain, the pain of a distracted and frantic mind before it becomes still.
Terry Tempest WilliamsWater is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
Terry Tempest WilliamsWord by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés women silence language writing-whisper
Respect is primary.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés respect
Mythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés truth myth translation
Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés myth unseen invisible
Now, in a shift of light, the shadows of birds are more pronounced on the gallery’s white wall. The shadow of each bird is speaking to me. Each shadow doubles the velocity, ferocity of forms. The shadow, my shadow now merges with theirs. Descension. Ascension. The velocity of wings creates the whisper to awaken….
I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.
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