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 Image
The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you take a breath all the way from the center of the… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
