Tuesday, March 5, 2013
"There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that is exists." --Derrick Jensen
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
I think I've accurately figured out how to define this feeling creeping through my soul. Not exactly fear but, the realization that me heart will never be broken again. And that scares me. I'm afraid I'll miss it. Or get used to life without it. A sort of complacency.