Where Trees Kiss Their Shadows
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
We did find a tree and her shadow to sit with
Me and my shadow I mean
The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out of sight. Up close, first glance, it is “wild”-then farther…
I thought it was quite a brilliant concept that came through me, this idea of ‘the ecological self.’ Good thing I already knew none of my thinking was original anyway…