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We laugh and make babies, fix each other’s roofs, and gather around the fire with music to hear our elders tell stories. We long for this village life, in which everybody has a role to fill and all of our needs are met.
Toko-pa Turner • Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home
for hadn’t we always dreamed of becoming our mother? Wasn’t that all we had ever once wanted to be?)
Julie Otsuka • The Buddha in the Attic
such a child must find a friend or secret master who recognizes their gift and allows it to develop in the hidden places of their upbringing, to survive a world where no one else has such awareness.
Martín Prechtel • The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise
On the seventh day I saw this island and immediately landed on it, pushing the boat away with my foot, which returned from whence it came. I watched it cut a swift passage through the waves back to its own land. And I remained here. At about three o’clock in the afternoon a sea otter would bring me food from the sea walking on its hind legs, carryi
... See moreOliver Davies, Thomas O' Loughlin • Celtic Spirituality
“But how, if you are neither Zulu warrior nor Aztec maiden, do you prepare yourself, all alone, to enter an extraordinary state on an ordinary morning? — Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
... See moreYou are becoming the one who can sit in her cave and spin her stories; who can take only what is given; who is a friend to any stranger who comes near; who is willing to save her energy from fighting in order to tap into the much, much deeper and more fascinating spirit of allowing; who watches the sky with fading eyes in unattached curiosity about
Poetry became Rumi’s belonging to the world, and in turn created a place of belonging for others to recognize themselves in.
Toko-pa Turner • Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home
Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World: “Suddenly, all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.”
Sherri Mitchell • Sacred Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change
taped above their writing desks. I know one who carries it folded up inside her shoe. It is from a poem by Charles Simic and it is the ultimate instruction to us all: “He who cannot howl, will not find his pack.”23