I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything. — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
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… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid. In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
Between earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
Let's kneel down through all the worlds of the body like lovers. I know I am a tree and full of life and I… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
“John Hay, in The Immortal Wilderness , has written: 'There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water,… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
It has seemed so strange to me that the larger culture, with its own absence of spirit and lack of attachment for the land,… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
“Once when I was younger I went out and sat under the sky and looked up and asked it to take me back. What… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
And there is also the paradox that the dominating culture imbues the Indian past with great meaning and significance; it is valued more because… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle. — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
