Praise Mama. Grok Earth. Thou art Goddess.
I just watched what may be the most perfect encapsulation of our alienation from the natural world. Continue reading ““The last thing you want to be right now is alone.””
My seasonal allergies mean that at those times of the year I most want to be surrounded by nature, it is difficult, and sometimes impossible, to do so. This irony is a metaphor for an essential conflict at the core of my psyche, between the desire for communion with nature on the one hand and the desire to transcend nature on the other.
The Allergic Pagan 