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Healing The Wound
The invisible miracle.
‘THE WOUND” 1970
“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?”
~Thomas Merton
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“The only journey is the one within.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
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The capacity of waking up, of being aware of what is going on in your feelings, in your body, in your perceptions, in the world, is called buddha nature, the capacity of understanding and loving.
~Thich Nhat Hanh
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We are showered every day with the gifts of the Earth, gifts we have neither earned nor paid for: air to breathe, nurturing rain, black soil, berries and honeybees, the tree that became this page, a bag of rice, and the exuberance of a field of goldenrod and asters at full bloom.
My economics colleagues speak of these everyday miracles as “natural resources,” as if they were our property, just waiting to be transformed. In the ecological sciences we call them “ecosystem services,” as if they were the inevitable outcomes of the ongoing function of the ecological machine. But, to me, simply as a human person filling my basket with berries and my belly with pie, they feel like gifts, bestowed by the other beings whose lives throb around us.
