“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
“There is a still place, a gap between the worlds, spoken by the tribal knowings of thousands of years. In it are silent flyings that stand aside from human struggles and the designs of our own makings. At times, when we are silent enough, still enough, we take a step into such mystery, the place of spirit, and mystery, we must remember, by its very nature does not wish to be known.” WorldYearsHumansDoeStillsEnoughRememberSpiritWishKnownStepsStruggleKnowingMysteryDesignSilentFlyingGaps Book:Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World Source: Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
