I'm not sure where I came across this – if one of you bloggers out there posted it, then thanks. But anyway, it's one of my very favourite quotes...
'The
mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons
drop in heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two
(real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded
with those little flowers planted by the mind.'
~ Katherine Mansfield
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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