"Language moves me! I get up at 5:30 every morning to read and write poems before the sun is up. I'm so much happier when poetry is my first thing every day." ~Tracy Hart, author of What the Sky Throws Down
"The scent and warmth of spring moves me into the garden. A wagging dogtail and a sweet upturned face moves me to stroking Lola. And even talking to her! She doesn't answer in words of course, because she is a dog. But oh, such a cute one! Sunshine moves me outdoors. rain move sme to the porch to hear the sound of it on the roof. A telephone call moves my face into a grin. A movie moves me to tears. My hunger moves me to the kitchen to cook. Or to open the fridge and stare. Or into the pantry for a piece of chocolate if I can't wait. My car moves me to a school I like to work in, and people I like to work with. Movement is altogether a good thing!" ~Randi Stein, dance/movement therapist
"I am moved by the parts of nature not seen at first glance. Slowing down, pausing, zooming in." ~Arbor Lee, writer, photographer, and maker at Oh My Darling Days
"Those who are really making this happen in good-hearted ways." ~Ashley, My Social Heirloom
"Watching my kindergarten students realize for the first time that they can read all by themselves." ~Tracy Buckley, teacher - Nutley, NJ
"The ever-present movement of love and Spirit. The mystery inside of growth, of wonder. My lover. My friends. My children." ~Kolleen Harrison, founder and creator at
"Music. Definitely music. . . . of all kinds, especially the songs that make my kids laugh out loud when they see Mom breaking it down and then we all dance together and have an impromptu dance party right in the middle of the "stupid, boring" homework. Right now that song is this one." ~Kim Ruff, writer, poet - South Carolina