From Linda Hogan's painful, honest, beautiful memoir, The Woman Who Watches Over the World:
"To open our eyes, to see with our inner fire and light, is what saves us. Even if it makes us vulnerable. Opening the eyes is the job of storytellers, witnesses, and the keepers of accounts. The stories we know and tell are reservoirs of light and fire that brighten and illuminate the darkness of human night, the unseen. They throw down a certain slant of light across the floor each morning, and they throw down also its shadow."
"As time has passed, things in me have been burned away and I see my life more clearly, more cleanly, than I had ever seen it before. And in that vision of my past, my history, my body, I also saw that there was something inside me that had survived and not merely survived but had done so whole and nearly intact. The hurt child raises itself and doesn't just walk but swims and flies. This child sees that life may never be easy but may be beautiful...
"Fire, like pain, like love, is a power we do not know. Yet from the ashes of each, something will grow. No one knows if it will be something beautiful and strong. But in our lives it is sometimes the broken vessel, as writer Andre Dubus calls it, that spills the light."
Art above: "Expansion, New York City" by Paige Bradley (U.S.) and light installations by Bruce Munro (U.K.). The text above is from The Woman Who Watches Over the World: A Native Memoir by Chickasaw writer Linda Hogan (WW Norton, Publishers, 2001). All rights resevered by the author and artists. A releated post: "The beauty of brokeness." And I recommend "The Jagged, Gilded Script of Scars' by Alice Driver.