I write

"I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to begin a dialogue. I write to honour beauty. I write to remember. I write as a form of translation. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know. I write to record what I love. I write to listen. I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write by grace and by grit. I write knowing words always fall short. I write past the embarrassment of exposure. I write because it is a risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are. I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love."

Excerpt from "A letter to Deb Clow" in Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert by Terry Tempest Williams.