“If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.” —Rainer Maria Rilke
Saturday, February 12, 2022
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
"One evening in the driest grasses in the world, a child who was no stranger to her people, asked if anyone could find hope. The people of parable and prophecy pondered what was hopeless and finally declared they no longer knew what hope was. The clocks, tick-a-ty tock, looked as though they might run out of time. Luckily, the ghosts in the memories of the old folk were listening, and said anyone can find hope in the stories. The big stories and the little stories and the ones in between." -Alexis Wright, Carpentaria
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