Extraordinary Discourse 146
Wayward Words And The Woods We start with kids and end up in the forest. "...a flea market or a country fair, a collection of differently colored and designed booths spread around a meadow, with the edges of the fair dissolving into the forested wilderness beyond...the fair is a place of play and discovery. It is filled with a vitality, a wildness, a tumult of different voices and things to see and do. There are jesters and tricksters, magicians and shamans, healers and mystics…." David Spangler The Sound Of Trees by Robert Frost I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Til we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older That now it means to stay. My feet tug at the floor And my...