"I remember the moment
Jewel burst into my vision.
Liquid motion, raw passion,
revolutionary leaps of consciousness
held together in faded leotard.
The bones of her story hung in space
like skinny revelations whispered in quivering muscles.
I witnessed her transformation from a girl to a woman,
from a lover to mother,
from student to teacher,
from an abused child to a wounded healer
and all the while I could not separate
her feet from her mouth,
her pain from her beauty,
her freckles from her wisdom.
In her surrender, I have seen God with my own ears."
~Gabrielle Roth
