The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a deep connection with nature and the beauty of a serene environment.
Anais Nin's quote evokes imagery of a harmonious relationship with nature, where one feels completely at peace and integrated into the natural world. The 'moss carpets' and 'cotton of the clouds' suggest a soft, comforting experience that highlights the beauty and tranquility found in nature, indicating a sense of belonging and comfort when surrounded by these natural elements.
In practice
During a nature retreat, I shared this quote to emphasize our connection to the earth.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.
In the midst of the complexities of modern life, with all its pressures, the spirit of man needs to refresh itself by communion with unspoiled nature. In such surroundings- occasional as our visits may be- we can achieve that kind of physical and spiritual renewal that comes alone from the wonder of the natural world.
We pull out of the ground death, we burn death in our power plants, and then we act shocked when we get death in the form of oil spills and global warming.
If you can't be in awe of Mother Nature, there's something wrong with you.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
When a honeybee dies it releases a death pheromone, a characteristic odour that signals the survivors to remove it from the hive. The corpse is promptly pushed and tugged out of the hive. The death pheromone is oleic acid. What happens if a live bee is dabbed with a drop of oleic acid? Then no matter how strapping and vigourous it might be, it is carried kicking and screaming out of the hive.
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