River is her mother and Forest is her father. ~Arundhati Roy Twas a time humanity walked in intimacy with the natural world.We hunted and plucked, nature culled a few humans. A give and take approaching symbiosis. Those times have long gone, a travesty spurred on by books declaring the heavens granted man dominion over Earth, […]
I cannot abandon the geography that feeds my every breath. ~Ellen Meloy Other than myself, I know of no person whose soul is defined by a particular geography…other than the author who has approached deity status in my life, the guru sprinkling words across pages first drawing me to Southeast Utah, the sensei who reflected […]
Here the immensity, the emptiness, feeds the spirit, and leaves it with no hunger for anything but more space, more light—as if one had suddenly glimpsed the largeness, the emptiness of one’s own soul, and come to terms with it, glorying at last in its open freedom. ~Terry Tempest Williams Forests are nice, mountains beautiful, […]
If you are confused, check with the sun. ~R.E.M. The sun is more reliable than God when choosing a direction to travel. More reliable because Sun is visible at least half the day, longer when illuminating the moon, providing guidance where God is omnipresent yet unseeable. Silent.
A naked man, seen from behind, was kneeling in the vestibule of the church. Around him at least ten angels in female form came flying out of the darkness, like butterflies summoned by prayer. ~Roberto Bolaño We, humans, fixate on the supernatural. It is woven into our lore extending back to the roots of thinking […]
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. ~Jack Kerouac, On the Road I have long been captivated by colors so much so, I keep a […]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child a long, long way from home. ~Paul Robeson There are times I feel disconnected from everyone, the odd man out standing in a crowded room watching from an obscure corner as everyone else mingles and, I imagine, connecting at the soul level.