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.”
Title: Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
Author: Linda Hogan (b. 1947)
Happy Friday! Today we end a week of celebrating Native American culture with Chickasaw writer Linda Hogan (but don't worry! We'll keep posting Native American writers in the future!) Although I have only read her poems, I love the above quote from her book Dwellings and how she ties nature in with the spiritual world in a comforting way.
and yet it's a beautiful way of thinking how
we come into the world. Sure, there are
people who will argue that not every child
who comes into the world comes from two people being in love, but if you go back from your parents to your grandparents, to their parents and beyond--there's sure to be a
lot of loving found.
Why do you think some cultures place a lot of value on elders and ancestors?
If your ancestors could speak to you, what might they say?
Renegade Challenge: The next time you're in nature, listen for your ancestors.