I want to write my way from the margins to the center. I want to speak
the language of the grasses, rooted yet soft and supple in the presence
of wind before a storm. I want to write in the form of migrating geese
like an arrow pointing south toward a direction of safety. I want to
keep my words wild so that even if the land and everything we hold dear
is destroyed by shortsightedness and greed, there is a record of
participation by those who saw what was coming. Listen. Below us. Above us. Inside us. Come. This is all there is." Terry Tempest Williams, from Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert
Good choice of words following all the young people standing up for truth yesterday, marching against gun violence.
ReplyDeleteHeart touching words...thank you...
ReplyDeleteWe see it coming, but can't we do something about it?
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