In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.
To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.