Trees Tall as Mountains (The Journey Mama Writings #1)

by Rachel Devenish Ford

I believe in the power of honesty and vulnerability to bring light into dark places and to break through the darkness of isolation.

He will never despise me. He will set my feet in a spacious place. The roots of these trees can't keep me.

Annie Dillard says, "A well-known writer got collared by a university student who asked, 'Do you think I could be a writer?' 'Well,' the writer said, 'I don't know... Do you like sentences?' The writer could see the student's amazement. Sentences? Do I like sentences? I am twenty years old and do I like sentences? If he had liked sentences , of course, he could begin, like a joyful painter I knew. I asked him how he came to be a painter. He said, 'I liked the smell of the paint.'"