“There is also another mother….You walk upon her body. Her breasts grow your food. Her spirit is Nature. If you listen, you can hear her words carried by the wind. She says, ‘You are my daughter. You live with me.’… — Louise M. Wisechild Copy Share
“Words have the power to shoot down or raise up. Sharp cutting words can whirl for years.” — Louise M. Wisechild Copy Share Image
“There is also another mother….You walk upon her body. Her breasts grow your food. Her spirit is Nature. If you listen, you can hear her words carried by the wind. She says, ‘You are my daughter. You live with me.’ She spreads a cape of ferns, primroses and daisies around your shoulders. Your wounds suck healing salve from her cape.… — Louise M. Wisechild Copy Share
“Why didn't my mother see it? Why didn't she stop it? Why did she always blame me? Why did I always blame her? But… — Louise M. Wisechild Copy Share Image
