. . . 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
2 comments:
And how beautiful that concept is, to sit and ponder, and just to be.
Indeed! ...a splitting open, a rising up from within... unbidden... inexplicable really... but oh so delightful :)
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