The fog lifted in the evening and a blue-black band at the horizon marked the end of the sea and the beginning of thought. Where does a beginning begin when nothing has gone on before? — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Like water, I have no skin...only surface tension. (Gretel Ehrlich)” — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
