Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.
~Robin Wall Kimmerer
when I come around to the sweeter spaces….
inquiry for today~ measuring your place in things….
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color- and the world opened out. And the full moon rose, and the world glowed under its light as though covered with dust of pearl. The soft light bathed the earth and made it beautiful. A wind flowed over the land, and the wind felt sweet in the evening.
~John Steinbeck
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