Sojourns | Nature

Hello Travelers. It's Sunday night. Before you know it it'll be workday Monday again.
Maybe just an excuse to post but I sure wish I was going to the wilderness for a week or so. Before dubya and cronies turn it all to oil fields and waste.

..We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute,
an hour even, of pure (almost pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering
of fire to coal--then something tethered
in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free..

- Denise Levertov, from "Sojourns in the Parallel World"

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