John Muir Trail crossing a creek in the Ansel Adams Wilderness.
I hear the rhythmic rain dancing across the earth and I feel the heaviness of the night. But the sound of water makes me remember the refreshing love the sky has for everything She sees
Language is never small. Language shapes how we view things before we even know we are viewing them. How we name something determines how we value it.
|—||Molly Caro May|
We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.