Never have I ever felt so disillusioned about America. The constant reminders of our collective shadow have been monumentally toxic and I’m sick of it. But I didn’t realize how sick until I dreamed of a white horse last week.
This book by a passionate nature-lover is one of my all-time favorites. For me it is about how people who have unduly prolonged the promise of Spring ripen into fully evolved, wildly extravagant lovers of life. I see this as a spiritual task as well as a psychological one.