If you listen at the walls of one human being, even if that one is yourself, you will hear the drumming. Older creatures are remembered in the blood. Inside ourselves we are not yet upright walkers. We are tree. We are frog in amber. Maybe earth itself is just now starting to form.
One day, when the light was yellow, I turned to Bush and I said, “Something wonderful lives inside me.”
She looked at me. “Yes,” she said. “The early people knew this, that’s why they painted animals on the inside of caves.”
Something beautiful lives inside us. You will see. Just believe it. You will see.
Linda Hogan, Solar Storms
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