In "Bone", poet Mary Oliver writes: Though I play at the edges of knowing, / truly I know / our part is not knowing, / but looking, and touching, and loving…. What do you regularly look at, touch and love? ... for Spring, let it be something wild ...
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Spring Equinox is upon us in a few weeks—equal light and dark—and all the while, we breathe, and maybe for some of us, there’s a slight catch in our breath, a slight holding as we eagerly anticipate, and dream about the Earth’s awakening from winter’s slumber. ...
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Essentially, they’re gateways, doors or passageways. Humans have been creating special portals for millennia, often to facilitate the transition of the everyday experience to the extraordinary.
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