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May 13

This is one of those videos that make me wonder how increasingly beautiful the world would be without humans…

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Feb 2

All humans are essentially wild creatures and hate confinement. We need what is wild, and we thrill to it, our wildness bubbling over with an anarchic joie de vivre. We glint when the wild light shines. The more suffocatingly enclosed we are - tamed by television, controlled by mortgages and bureaucracy - the louder our wild genes scream in aggression, anger and depression.

- Jay Griffiths  (via mushroomflesh)

(Source: moreofamore)

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Jan 14
carolinafrica: A POEM WILDERNESS - by Ian McCallum Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a moving feast of stars, footprints, scales and beginnings? Since when did we become afraid of the night and that only the bright stars count? Or that our moon is not a moon unless it is full? By whose command were the animals through groping fingers, one for each hand, reduced to the big and little five? Have we forgotten that every creature is within us carried by tides of Earthly blood and that we named them? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a season and that we are in its final hour?

carolinafrica:

A POEM

WILDERNESS - by Ian McCallum

Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a moving feast of stars, footprints, scales and beginnings? Since when did we become afraid of the night and that only the bright stars count? Or that our moon is not a moon unless it is full? By whose command were the animals through groping fingers, one for each hand, reduced to the big and little five? Have we forgotten that every creature is within us carried by tides of Earthly blood and that we named them? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a season and that we are in its final hour?

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