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Wind River Winter |
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Rating: Summary: LIfe, Death and Resurection Review: Virginia Stem Owens journey from September to March in the Wind Rivers is not just a story about getting to the otherside of today. It is her story of dying, not a physical death but a spiritual death of sorts that she calls all of us to do over and over in life. This is a book of letting go of our past life and living our present. "I went on down the trail, maneuvering the switchbacks and trying to keep my analogies under control. For I sometimes thought I heard wings overhead myself. There is a dove in heaven, we know, that descends when the skies open, sometimes in fire. But perhaps there is also a hawk in heaven that swoops down on us with the gift of death to deliver us from our used-up past we have neither the courage nor the imagination to walk away from." (Owens 11)
Rating: Summary: LIfe, Death and Resurection Review: Virginia Stem Owens journey from September to March in the Wind Rivers is not just a story about getting to the otherside of today. It is her story of dying, not a physical death but a spiritual death of sorts that she calls all of us to do over and over in life. This is a book of letting go of our past life and living our present. "I went on down the trail, maneuvering the switchbacks and trying to keep my analogies under control. For I sometimes thought I heard wings overhead myself. There is a dove in heaven, we know, that descends when the skies open, sometimes in fire. But perhaps there is also a hawk in heaven that swoops down on us with the gift of death to deliver us from our used-up past we have neither the courage nor the imagination to walk away from." (Owens 11)
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