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“As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unselfconciously to the soughing of the trees.”
― A Passion for This Earth: Exploring a New Partnership of Man, Woman, and Nature
― A Passion for This Earth: Exploring a New Partnership of Man, Woman, and Nature
“Years later, I realized the land is always with us. The world as we first new it remains imprinted on the body and the brain like tiny fossils embedded in a piece of shale. As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unself-consciously to the sounds of the tress. We are continually articulating the intelligence of the planet,…the whole earth lives with us.
Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson”
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Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson”
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“Every day at sunset I would visit a grove of birch trees…and lie down and listen to the steady rhythmic heartbeat of the earth. This grove had all the power of an ancient shrine. As the light intensified and the sky awash in crimson flames, I learned a way of being in the world and transition. Something within me changed as the earth underwent its own transfiguration and as the day’s activity gave way to the long, slow respiration of the night. I understood the rhythm of existence through the interplay of light and shadow and the subtle changes of the air and climate. In winter…I came to know that darkness is a time for the migration of the soul; I saw then then what we hold in common with the roots and seeds- a stage of mute and invisible growth. I would feel the breakthrough of the spring as the windswept sky and a sudden movement of the clouds.”
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