Beautiful and haunting in a really good way. A celebration of the lives of women everywhere.
We can come home again (Joanna Macy)
In the first movement, our infancy as a species, we felt no separation from the natural world around us. Trees, rocks, and plants surrounded us with a living presence as intimate and pulsing as our own bodies. In that primal intimacy, which anthropologists call "participation mystique," we were as one with our world as a... Continue Reading →
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