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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