Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, b… - Linda Hogan
There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, b…
- Linda Hogan
There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself. - Linda Hogan
There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself.
I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything. - Linda Hogan
I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing. - Linda Hogan
Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart. - Linda Hogan
Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.
We make art out of our loss. - Linda Hogan
We make art out of our loss.
It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle. - Linda Hogan
It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. - Linda Hogan
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.
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… - Linda Hogan
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…
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