A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.
A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.
Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories