This World I Want You to Save

THIS WORLD I WANT YOU TO SAVE

 

“Golden One,” image by Lyndia Radice

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Is it the extravagance of reason

that hides the morning sun?

                                                                                                            —Florence Gharibian

  

It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.

                                                                                                            —Virginia Woolf

 

…I lay down

in sweet sage and let the earth

hold the ache for awhile.

                                                                                                            —Susan Austin

 

…for there comes over her an urge to wade into the forest as though it is a river and to swim in the green, to climb to the top of a crag and sit face into the wind. It is a time when an inner clock strikes an hour that forces a woman to have sudden need of a sky to call her own, a tree to throw her arms about, a rock to press her cheek against. 

—Clarissa Pinkola Estés