When tourism was connected to beautification, with wildflower trails, wildflower festivals, great gardens, we pretty much took the word beauty out of the sole province of the "ladies at a tea party" to the province of the business community.

It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.

Many times I have made a plea to save wildflowers along the fence rows. The sumac, the wild roses, the wisteria, the sunflowers, the gayfeathers stay in the fence rows and can be a nesting spot for quail, rabbits, birds,and other small animals.

My heart found its home long ago in the beauty, mystery, order and disorder of the flowering earth.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.

We are not retreating - we are advancing in another Direction

A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.

We need women at all levels, including the top, to change the dynamic, reshape the conversation, to make sure women's voices are heard and heeded, not overlooked and ignored.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

Empathy is simply listening, holding space, withholding judgment, emotionally connecting, and communicating that incredibly healing message of you're not alone.

I haven't failed. I've found 10,000 ways that don't work.

Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.