Sometimes we look for those thunderous things to happen in our life for our lives to change or go in the other direction. We seek the miracle. We seek the parting of the seas the moving of the mountains. But no it's a quiet thing. At least for me it was.

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth as human truth all the maps change. There are new mountains.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

We live in a state with a wonderful climate and plenty of natural beauty from the shores of Cumberland Island to the Chattahoochee River to the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Los Angeles is a very magical place when you take the entertainment industry out of it. You have beautiful beaches and amazing mountains here. I'm a big rock climber. I head out into the mountains whenever I have free time. It's amazing.

May your trails be crooked winding lonesome dangerous leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.