Terry Tempest Williams

My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

“The stride of an ibis was a measurement used in building the great temples of the Nile.”

She looked too beautiful to be sick.

We are no more and no less than the life that surrounds us.

Each tragedy has its own territory.

At this moment, I realized how badly Mother wanted to live.

When Emily Dickinson writes, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,” she reminds us, as the birds do, of the liberation and pragmatism of belief.

How can we be so sad and so full at the same time?

We choose to be occupied, which is quite different from being engaged. In America, time is money. In Kenya, time is relationship

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear.