"it’s late. perhaps it’s early, depending on how you look at things. I get up and step into the infinite night. I inhale the sagebrush aroma that fills the air as I raise my head to greet the stars the storm traveled far and the rain, the rain, that blessed water after traveling a life time is on her way Home at last. it’s late. or perhaps, too early yet. I stand firmly in the coolness of a desert night, with the little girl knocking on the walls of my heart, wishing to be found longing to be found at last."
"A woman who has uncovered and honors her intimacy with the earth – through nature or through the potentials of her own body – carries a wisdom of infinite mystery and power."