her eyes closed against some unimagined darkness, where she is buried in an ache in which nothing makes sense. - Joy Harjo

We must take care to feed the minds, hearts, and spirits of those coming up behind us--to offer songs, poems, and stories that will break open that which is hardened, expose that which is evil-minded or would harm, and remind us how we are constructed to bring forth beauty of thought and beingness.

I will see you again, is one of the names for blue — A color beyond the human sky of mind — One third up the ladder of blue is where we sit for grief —

Poetry has given me a voice, a way to speak, and it has certainly enriched my vision so that I can see more clearly.