Listening Alone


sitting_on_bridge_172Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.

– Gladys Taber, Reveries at Stillmeadow, 1970

 

 

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