Linda Hogan
Linda Hogan
Linda K. Hoganis a Native American poet, storyteller, academic, playwright, novelist, environmentalist and writer of short stories. She is currently the Chickasaw Nation's Writer in Residence...
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Not much could be saved out of this
highlight remember
You can't remember Mariah Carey ? Hello! That was the highlight of the whole weekend. She's like a princess.
grow married
I can't be married to another person for 30 years; I can't grow up with another person -- that just won't happen, not in this lifetime.
foot front gave strength
That gave me the strength to put one foot in front of another and keep going, ... And that's what we're going to do.
spiritual nature healing
Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
get-well healing people
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
dream journey air
There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.
years listening-ear tree
A 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 I’ve envisioned that woman’s 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.
half answers mystery
Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.
common spirit geography
There is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples.
drinking sleep moon
Let's kneel down through all the worlds of the body like lovers. I know I am a tree and full of life and I know you, you are the flying one and will leave. But can't we swallow the sweetness and can't you sing in my arms and sleep in the human light of the sun and moon I have been drinking alone.
attachment land justice
It has seemed so strange to me that the larger culture, with its own absence of spirit and lack of attachment for the land, respects these very things about Indian traditions, without adopting those respected ways themselves.
flower differences space
Once a century, all of a certain kind of bamboo flower on the same day. Whether they are in Malaysia or in a greenhouse in Minnesota makes no difference, nor does the age or size of the plant. They flower. Some current of an inner language passes between them, through space and separation, in ways we cannot explain in our language. They are all, somehow, one plant, each with a share of communal knowledge.
beautiful children water-of-life
Sometimes there is a wellspring or river of something beautiful and possible in the tenderest sense that comes to and from the most broken of children, and I was one of these, and whatever is was, I can't name, I can only thank. Perhaps it is the water of life that saves us, after all.