going into a cave might be like going inside one's own mind, crawling around in the pitch-black, nook-and-crannied labyrinth of the human psyche. — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
caves so often symbolize rebirth. It's a hidden space, an expected, inscrutable space. Strange things live in there - eyeless salamanders, albino fish, a prophet's epiphanies. — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
Things in the margins, including humans who wander there, are often on the brink of becoming someone else, or something else, whose memory may… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
Silence arrests flight, so that in its refuge, the need to flee the chaos of noise diminishes. We let the world creep closer, we… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
going into a cave might be like going inside one's own mind, crawling around in the pitch-black, nook-and-crannied labyrinth of the human psyche. — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
caves so often symbolize rebirth. It's a hidden space, an expected, inscrutable space. Strange things live in there - eyeless salamanders, albino fish, a… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
