Beyond the Fields We Know: On a Late September Night

Wise Words

These pages, too, are nothing other than talking leaves—their insights stirred by the winds, their vitality reliant on periodic sunlight and on cool dark water seeping up from within the ground. Step into their shade. Listen close. Something other than the human mind is at play here.

David Abram, Becoming Animal

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shore of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.

Ann Linnea, Deep Water Passage

We live in a sea of light.
Henry Plummer, The Poetics of Light

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

On a Late September Night

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