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July 07, 2009

The road to the Border...


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I'm in a bit of a rush today, so all I have time to say is that there's Borderland news, and you can learn more by popping over to Ellen Kushner's LiveJournal page and to Holly Black's LJ page.

The drawings above are by Iain McCaig, by the way. And for a bit more Border magic in your day, check out this lovely tune, "The Bordertown Waltz," by Bordertown reader Gina Donahue.

(Don't know what the heck Borderland is? Go here.)


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    Lately I've been making many drawings (& paintings) for children, featuring bunny girls, coyote boys, bird people, tree children, cactus fairies and the like. A personal relationship with the natural world is important for all young people, no matter where they live: city, suburbia, or countryside. These little critters of mine are intended as guides to lead children into the magical world of nature, opening their eyes and ears to the stories in the land around them.


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    that grew together, roots entwined,
    and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
    since we are made of earth and rain.

    -- Pablo Neruda
    (from his poem "Rain")


    "Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands."

    -- Linda Hogan
    (from Dwellings)

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