Trisha G.:
If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
Trisha G.:
My grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic & we used to go up there on rainy days & sit on the floor in the dusty light & go through them & she would tell about witches & broken hearts & how we came from royal blood
Trisha G.:
When I grow up, I want to remember that I always wanted to be about a thousand different things & one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. When I grow up, I hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway.
Trisha G.:
My grandmother used to say life was so much easier when you were simple minded. It's taken me almost my whole life to understand what she meant.
Trisha G.:
I still remember the day the world took you back & there was never time to thank you for the thousand scattered moments you left behind to watch us while we slept.
Trisha G.:
This is a tree on fire with love, but it's still scary since most people think love only looks like one thing instead of the whole world.
Trisha G.:
This is a tree on fire with love, but it's still scary since most people think love only looks like one thing instead of the whole world.
Trisha G.:
In the heart of the world there is a place that holds the secret names of the rocks & the trees & all the children of the earth
Trisha G.:
I remember him standing there like a break in the mist, or the shadow under old trees & I wish I had known then it is the place we cannot go that needs our touch most.
