Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

Silence introduced in a society that worships noise is like the Moon exposing the night. Behind darkness is our fear. Within silence our voice dwells. What is required from both is that we be still. We focus. We listen. We see and we hear. The unexpected emerges.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

To write,” Marguerite Duras remarked, “is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.

There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.

Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace.