As fog moved to the mainland I heard a flock of birds fly over. They sounded like a dress rustling, a dress… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
The fog lifted in the evening and a blue-black band at the horizon marked the end of the sea and the beginning… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
Fog rolled in like a form of sorrow. To live exiled from a place you have known intimately is to experience sensory… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
June marked the end of spring on California's central coast and the beginning of five months of dormancy that often erupted in… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“To yield is to be preserved whole. To be bent is to become straight. To be hollow is to be filled. To be tattered… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
Turbulence, like many forms of trouble, cannot always be seen. We bounce so hard my arms sail helplessly above my head. In evolution, wing… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
From the clayey soil of northern Wyoming is mined bentonite, which is used as filler in candy, gum, and lipstick. We Americans are great… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life. — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
If anything is endemic to Wyoming it is wind. This big room of space is swept out daily, leaving a bone yard of fossils,… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
Between highway sounds I heard waves and thought how the curve of the coastline here had sheltered and nurtured live-born sharks, humans, and migrating… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
As fog moved to the mainland I heard a flock of birds fly over. They sounded like a dress rustling, a dress being unfastened… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
History is not truth versus falsehoods, but a mixture of both, a mélange of tendencies, reactions, dreams, errors, and power plays. What's important is… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
“What shocks me so is the detachment with which we dispense destruction -- not just bombs, but blows to the head of the earth,… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
What Flaubert refers to as the “mélancholies du voyage” is like the sadness I feel as one season departs and another arrives. — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
“Space is an arena where the rowdy particles that are the building blocks of life perform their antics. All spring, things fall; the general… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
There is nothing in nature that can't be taken as a sign of both mortality and invigoration. — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share
