"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ,
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference."

(Robert Frost)

 

 

 

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Thursday
Nov012012

Birthday Thoughts..

 

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. 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. 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)

 

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