\u201cThere are ways in, journeys to the center of a life, through time, through air, matter, dream, and thought.\u00a0 The ways in are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be.\u00a0 And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of a world.\u00a0 It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nevertheless.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Woman Who Watches Over the World<\/em>, Linda Hogan<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u201cThis is a book about love.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t begin that way.\u00a0 I sat down to write about pain and wrote, instead, about healing, history, and survival.\u00a0 The work revealed to me that there is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples.\u201d<\/p>\n The Woman Who Watches Over the World<\/em>, Linda Hogan<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026history, like geography, lives in the body and it is marrow-deep.\u00a0 History is our illness.\u00a0 It is recorded there, laid down along the tracks and pathways and synapses.\u00a0 I was only one of the fallen in a lineage of fallen worlds and people. Those of us who walked out of genocide by some cast of fortune still struggle with the brokenness of our bodies and hearts.\u00a0 Terror, even now, for many of us, is remembered inside us, history present in our cells that came from our ancestor\u2019s cells, from bodies hated, removed, starved, and killed.\u201d<\/p>\n The Woman Who Watches Over the World<\/em>, Linda Hogan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cThere are ways in, journeys to the center of a life, through time, through air, matter, dream, and thought.\u00a0 The ways in are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be.\u00a0 And always, in this search, a …<\/p>\n