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davidpbrown.co.ukThese Wilds Beyond Our Fences: Letters to My Daughter on Humanity's Search for Home
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One by Mary Oliver The mosquito is so small it takes almost nothing to ruin it. Each leaf, the same. And the black ant, hurrying. So many lives, so many fortunes! Every morning, I walk softly and with forward glances down to the ponds and through the pinewoods. Mushrooms, even, have but a brief hour before the slug creeps to the feast, before the p
... See moreWhoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Mary Oliver • Dream Work
poems. I read aloud to Amy a few lines written by the poet Kabir: We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants— perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother’s womb …
Tara Brach • Radical Acceptance
