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1 " Write against patterns. Go against the devils. Write what you never write. Lie. Validate what you don’t validate. Indulge what you don’t like. Wallow in it. Write the opposite of what you always write, think, speak. Do everything against the grain! "
― Deena Metzger
2 " Understanding the Way of Story as a sacred pattern and a living event. Story can reveal a spiritual path and or the way to healing. Stories become the foundation of health, peacebuilding and vision. Learning to listen, to recognize, to understand and attend the teachings and revelations of the Stories we have been given to live guides us toward the 5th world. Our individual stories, when carefully attended, can reveal each person’s particular path of healing and transformation. Even illness is a story that can lead us to our own and to community healing. Learning to recognize the Story that we or another is living can be a worthy life work. "
3 " Beauty appears when something is completely and absolutely and openly itself. "
4 " Without compassion, we will never know anyone or anything, not even our own story. Too much judgment, too many ideas and attitudes will stand in the way of the fundamental principle that we are similar to, connected with, and part of everything else. "
5 " There are those who try to setFire to the worldWe are in dangerThere is only time to move slowlyThere is no time not to love. "
6 " What must I say? What must I say? What must I say? What must I say? And finally, What must I say to you? "
― Deena Metzger , Writing for Your Life: Discovering the Story of Your Life's Journey
7 " Some languages, unlike the Indo-European ones, do not separate subject and verb so that an action is never seen as distinct from the actor. "
8 " If the journal is the jumble of raw material—blood, bones, sinews—and a poem is the cell, the impulse, the story is the entire animal. "
9 " THE FIRST ROOTS CREEP UPI am learning to come upon the tree, slowly, to surprise it For the song its memorizing. The water runs up, the sapRuns down…I will carry water for you, if you ask me. If someoneAsks meWhat differences between trees and me? Each is Beholden to rivers. each knows thirst. In those countries wheretreeswalk, they go barefoot, singing madrigals… excerpt, Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson "
