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
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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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