• We sleep in the desert
    on a land full of stories
    and all night the wind reads the news.

    The Word is written
    everywhere on the land.

    from "Easter, Picacho Peak"
    Laura Girardeau
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November 01, 2007

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Susan J Tweit

Laura, what a gorgeous poem! I think that drawing a line between "our" world and the rest of nature is what's gotten us in trouble as a species. I prefer to see us all as members of the community of the land (a phrase I take from Aldo Leopold's writings), the community that includes all species and the landscapes where we live. So thanks for reminding us of our everyday relationship with the community of land and cosmos. And blessings to that daughter growing inside you - she's lucky in her parentage!

Susan
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