“…I feel that the world is mine again, as if I’m privy to the special secret that evades so many people because they’ve unintentionally used concrete or a million other barriers to separate themselves from the truth; that the tall, slender trees beside me and the spongy soil beneath my boots are the lifeline to all that is real, all that sustains-all that matters.”

-Christine Carbo (from A Sharp Solitude)