Caught up in a mass of abstractions, our attention hypnotized by a host of human-made technologies that only reflect us back to ourselves, it is all too easy for us to forget our carnal inherence in a more-than-human matrix of sensations and sensibilities. 116 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?
Holidays are stressful times of the year for me. I’m always expected, whether by my family or my friends, to be in a joyous and celebratory spirit for occasions that have largely lost their cultural and spiritual meanings. 2,987 more words
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“The sensorial landscape … not only opens into that distant future waiting beyond the horizon but also onto a near future, onto an immanent field of possibilities waiting behind each tree, behind each stone, behind each leaf from whence a spider may at any moment come crawling into our awareness.”