Well, this week the words just aren’t coming to me, so instead of trying to fake it I’ll leave folks with a few of my favorite words from one of my favorite poets: Mary Oliver. This poem of hers continues with the theme I started exploring last week, a theme that I think is fundamental to any understanding of primitivism, or just life, for that matter. That life (and death) are not to be denied, but instead loved. Please sit with this poem for awhile. Let it sink in deep, if you will. Listen to the words of our brother, the Fox.
August 17, 2011