Tonight, I walk. I am watching the sky. I think of the people who came
before me and how they knew the placement of the stars in the sky,
watching the moving sun long and hard enough to witness how a certain
angle of light touched a stone only once a year. Without written
records, they knew the gods of every night, the small, fine details of
the world around them and the immensity above them.
Walking, I
can almost hear the redwoods beating... 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. 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.
Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
2 comments:
Solstice is zooming towards us.
Very peaceful. We must remember that we are part of the earth.
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