A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid. In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the animals sung into existence.
Linda HoganI resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.
Linda HoganBetween earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself.
Linda HoganIt is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.
Linda HoganA woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years Iโve envisioned that womanโs silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.
Linda Hogan