"Has our world become drunk with mortgages and cars and last calls at bars?" Clearly yes. Is there any hope of sobering up without moving to the forest and reconnecting literally with the land? What's your simplest advice for cultivating an inner life in the fray of the outer madness?
I believe young people's fascination with crystals, astrology, and fantasy still speak to hearts longing for permission to dream.
Thank you for writing and sharing this. It unlocked something important for me that I've been missing.
"Has our world become drunk with mortgages and cars and last calls at bars?" Clearly yes. Is there any hope of sobering up without moving to the forest and reconnecting literally with the land? What's your simplest advice for cultivating an inner life in the fray of the outer madness?