“Instead of going rigid, I go calm.
I center down wherever I am; I find a balance and repose.
I retreat– not inside myself, but outside myself, so that I am a tissue of senses.
Whatever I see is plenty, abundance. I am the skin of water the wind plays over;
I am petal, feather, stone. “
— from Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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