“I am a single note, a tone that peals in the wind. I am in the magic of the moment and then he returns, flowing toward me around the thick immense bark of the Sequoia.” — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I am a black bird, a Raven, I am Raven. I know and I am knowing—I know and see life and death, expansion and contraction and I do not shiver and cry—I am unafraid. I am Raven. I am black as liquid night with wings and my eyes are stars to see by. The light within me leads the way… — H Raven Rose Copy Share
“I am a single note, a tone that peals in the wind. I am in the magic of the moment and then he returns,… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“Life luscious wet life bereft of death, loss of empty shell minus absent of nothing exploding star cell amoeba sweet algae oxygen, hydrogen flowering… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences. Like vivid, rainbow metallic skin cells on the wings of a fragile butterfly, it is how you touch and reveal those inner parts of yourself, without damaging the psyche, that determines whether the beauty… — H Raven Rose Copy Share
“I am in the night of the stars. The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off by the Souls of the trees. The night air is thick and dark and sweet, like blueberries. It enters my nose and throat and ears to fill me up with its night magic. My ancestors are… — H Raven Rose Copy Share
“Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.” — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.” — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
