I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create fabric in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to begin a dialogue. I write to honor beauty. I write to quell the pain. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know. I write as an exercise in pure joy. I write to listen. I write because it is a dance with paradox. I write because it is the way I take long walks. I write with the colors of memory. I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as witness to what I imagine. I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient. (Terry Tempest Williams)