Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Wet Woods, Barbara Gibson


Then I would be dark and wet,
like the deer who lies down
in a hollow and returns to herself,
becoming at last what she always was.
— Barbara Gibson, from "The Wet Woods," Waiting to Fly, Crestline Press, 2013
  
We must let go of the life we have planned so as to accept the life that is waiting for us.
— Joseph Campbell

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