There is a spot of earth nearby that smells of herbs and honey. It is expansive in places but contracts into secrecy at its edges, where the slight roll of the terrain gives onto a wooded glen populated by fairies and foxes. All the features of the land are drawn down that glen, tumbling into the center of peacefulness and harmony, where a small creek meanders and a lone mountain lion lazily drinks from beside a mossy stone.
Will we live with the lion and partake of the fullness nature here provides? Will we learn the difficulties that arise only in silence, and will we recognize the beauty created by our minds in response to the hum of the earth? And then, when our hearts have grown ripe with the joys that each moment brings, will we know ourselves to be a part of nature and no longer fear our eventual return to its bosom because we dared to share the solitude?
I've been reading through your homepage, and your writing is just so lyrical and profound, Marjorie. I'm thrilled to finally have some time to dive into your work!