my delicious loose ends
“Soul and soil are not separate. Neither are wind and spirit, nor water and tears. We are eroding and evolving at once, like the red rock landscape before me. Our grief is our love; our love will be our undoing, as we quietly disengage from the collective madness of the patriarchal mind that says aggression is the way forward.”
—Terry Tempest Williams, Erosion: Essays of Undoing
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