Our ancestral power is written in the land and carried by the water.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

 Life is a mystery to be lived rather than a problem to be solved. 

For the dispirited and disheartened...

When in your life did you stop singing?

When in your life did you stop dancing or moving in your body?

When in your life did you stop being enchanted by stories, and particulary your own life story?

When in your life did you stop being comforted by the sweet territory of silence?