Quote for Today: Barbara Hurd

Okefenokee Swamp Public Domain Image via Pixabay

Okefenokee Swamp
Public Domain Image via Pixabay

In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.

―Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination

Quote for Today: Barbara Hurd

© Liz Clayton with CCLicense

© Liz Clayton with CCLicense

To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised. And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing. Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth, breeding grounds, experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight, where the imagination can mutate and mate, send tendrils into and out of the water.
― Barbara HurdStirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination