An Excerpt from Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World by Linda Hogan
Linda Hogan writes poetic prose about what she has learned from nature. In this passage, she finds hope in an unlikely place.
"There are so many beginnings. In Japan, I recall, there were wildflowers that grew in the far, cool region of mountains. The bricks of Hiroshima, down below, were formed of clay from these mountains, and so the walls of houses and shops held the dormant trumpet flower seeds. But after one group of humans killed another with the explosive power of life's smallest elements split wide apart, the mountain flowers began to grow. Out of the crumbled, burned buildings they sprouted. Out of destruction and bomb heat and the falling of walls, the seeds opened up and grew. What a horrible beauty, the world going its own way, growing without us. But, perhaps this, too, speaks of survival, of hope beyond our time."
Book Review
By Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat
Dwellings
A Spiritual History of the Living World
Linda Hogan
Touchstone 09/96 Hardcover $12.00
ISBN: 0684830337
Chickasaw poet, novelist, and essayist Linda Hogan brings together 16 pieces growing out of her readings of the natural world, plants, animals, and Native American rituals. In beautiful prose that will send shivers up and down your spine, she articulates the mystical connections between Earth's relations. Hogan reflects poetically upon the language of corn and sunflowers; the fears and misapprehensions we bring to encounters with snakes, bats, and wolves; and the yearnings we all have for communication with other species.
In one of the best essays, the author writes about a sweat lodge ceremony as a ritual of healing designed to re-connect humans with "our broken-off pieces of self and world." Dwellings is contemporary wisdom literature at its capacious best — full of both soul and spirit.
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An Excerpt from Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World by Linda Hogan
Linda Hogan writes poetic prose about what she has learned from nature. In this passage, she finds hope in an unlikely place.
"There are so many beginnings. In Japan, I recall, there were wildflowers that grew in the far, cool region of mountains. The bricks of Hiroshima, down below, were formed of clay from these mountains, and so the walls of houses and shops held the dormant trumpet flower seeds. But after one group of humans killed another with the explosive power of life's smallest elements split wide apart, the mountain flowers began to grow. Out of the crumbled, burned buildings they sprouted. Out of destruction and bomb heat and the falling of walls, the seeds opened up and grew. What a horrible beauty, the world going its own way, growing without us. But, perhaps this, too, speaks of survival, of hope beyond our time."
Book Review
By Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat
Dwellings
A Spiritual History of the Living World
Linda Hogan
Touchstone 09/96 Hardcover $12.00
ISBN: 0684830337
Chickasaw poet, novelist, and essayist Linda Hogan brings together 16 pieces growing out of her readings of the natural world, plants, animals, and Native American rituals. In beautiful prose that will send shivers up and down your spine, she articulates the mystical connections between Earth's relations. Hogan reflects poetically upon the language of corn and sunflowers; the fears and misapprehensions we bring to encounters with snakes, bats, and wolves; and the yearnings we all have for communication with other species.
In one of the best essays, the author writes about a sweat lodge ceremony as a ritual of healing designed to re-connect humans with "our broken-off pieces of self and world." Dwellings is contemporary wisdom literature at its capacious best — full of both soul and spirit.
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An Excerpt from Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World by Linda HoganLinda Hogan writes poetic prose about what she has learned from nature. In this passage, she finds hope in an unlikely place.
"There are so many beginnings. In Japan, I recall, there were wildflowers that grew in the far, cool region of mountains. The bricks of Hiroshima, down below, were formed of clay from these mountains, and so the walls of houses and shops held the dormant trumpet flower seeds. But after one group of humans killed another with the explosive power of life's smallest elements split wide apart, the mountain flowers began to grow. Out of the crumbled, burned buildings they sprouted. Out of destruction and bomb heat and the falling of walls, the seeds opened up and grew. What a horrible beauty, the world going its own way, growing without us. But, perhaps this, too, speaks of survival, of hope beyond our time."
Book ReviewWritten in the form of stories and suffused with a reverence for the earth, a collection of meditations explores the mysteries of such subjects as bees, ...
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