Just Because A Woman Is Silent Does

We All Begin The Process Before We Are Ready, Before We Are Strong Enough, Before We Know Enough; We Begin A Dialogue With Thoughts And Feelings That Both Tickle And Thunder Within Us. We Respond Before We Know How To Speak The Language, Before We Know All The Answers, And Before We Know Exactly To Whom We Are Speaking.

Bone By Bone, Hair By Hair, Wild Woman Comes Back. Through Night Dreams, Through Events Half Understood And Half Remembered.

Art Is Not Meant To Be Created In Stolen Moments Only.

Like All Other Lonely Or Hungry Things, Ego Loves The Light. It Sees Light, And The Possibility Of Being Close To The Soul, And It Creeps Up To It And Steals One Of Its Essential Camouflages. In A Hunger For Soul, Our Own Ego-self Steals The Pelt

Anytime We Feed Soul, It Guarantees Increase.