A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part. — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
“This morning when I looked out the roof window before dawn and a few stars were still caught in the fragile weft of ebony… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
“Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you. Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
“It's possible to understand the world from studying a leaf. You can comprehend the laws of aerodynamics, mathematics, poetry and biology through the complex… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. — Joy Harjo Copy Share
There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working.… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite. — Joy Harjo Copy Share
At least I've had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical… — Joy Harjo Copy Share
I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love. — Joy Harjo Copy Share
