. . . I don't know what gladness is or where it comes from, this splitting open of the self. It takes me by surprise. Not an awareness of beauty and mystery, but beauty and mystery themselves, flooding into a mind suddenly without boundaries. Can this be gladness, to be lifted by that flood?
This is something that needs explaining, how light emerges from darkness, how comfort wells up from sorrow. The Earth holds every possibility inside it, and the mystery of transformation, one thing into another. This is the wildest comfort.
Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature
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Dare I say, I am getting tired of saying Yes, to this human world, in which we live.
The World of Nature, yesssss...
But the world, which mankind has imposed, on the Earth, is infuriating me. And I know, to be thus, never helped anyone or anything.
-sigh-
Luna Crone
So...do you live a Thoreau like life? You do not seem to have people tramping through your peace and quiet. Is that how you maintain balance.
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