Lately I’ve had a collection of minor thoughts, but nothing major. I figured I’d throw them all together and have a grab-bag post. Here we go! 912 more words
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“What a mystery is the air, what an enigma to these human senses! On the one hand , the air is the most pervasive presence I can name, enveloping, embracing, and caressing me both inside and out, moving in ripples along my skin, flowing between my fingers, swirling around my arms and thighs, rolling in eddies along the roof of my mouth, slipping ceaselessly through throat and esophagus to fill the lungs, to feed my blood, my heart, my self. 155 more words
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What was it that made possible the heightened sensitivity to extra human reality, the profound attentiveness to other species and to the Earth that is evidenced in so many cultures, and that had so altered my awareness that my senses now felt stifled and starved by the patterns of my own culture?