To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way… — Barbara Hurd Blessing 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… — Barbara Hurd Becoming 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.… — Barbara Hurd Body 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… — Barbara Hurd Animal 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… — Barbara Hurd Adventure 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… — Barbara Hurd Adventure Copy Share Image
