“Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” WorldStillsI CanTogetherSpeakDarkWalksResultsBehindsAttentionWatchesFireBloodLandListeningWalkingOceanAll ThingsWinterCloudsHeavySmokeWorking TogetherAncestorRollingElementalsRedwoods Author:Linda Hogan
“Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” PeopleWayLoveStillsSpiritualNatureResultsHealingBehindsWatchesListeningWalkingDeeperAncestorRedwoods Book:Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World Source: Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
“A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.” IfsWorldYearsEnoughStoriesSecretSilenceTreeListeningEarsGreenHearingTalesListenersLeafsBreezeWhisperingGreen LeavesListening Ear Book:Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World Source: Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
