The Place you Love is Gone

[earthrise]

This weekend I sat by myself on a rock outcropping overlooking the rolling patchwork of the Catskills. I'd finally shed my noisy companions, and was thrilled at the half hour of solitude which afforded a rare chance to breathe like a naturalist. And I did, in full, lungs-to-bursting gulps. When one is in such a mindframe, one catches stimuli that

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[wolfheart17]

::hugs::

While New York is my beloved home, and I cannot really see myself leaving it, I still remember the first night I went out and saw no stars. I cried myself to sleep.

There will always be natural beauty, even as it becomes more and more elusive. Fight and weep as it goes, but rejoice whenever you find it.
Above all, never despair.

[snuggly_llama]

Saddlebrooke finally ate the Biosphere. Sigh. Saddlebrooke was where we cast our "avert" signs (the ones I make at Hummers I see on the road) and blamed for all that was evil with people trying to golf-course-iform the desert. Rapacious beast. Maybe it will be get indigestion on the nematodes.

[earthrise]

Give me hunters and trappers over golfers any day. The former are far more humane in the long-term.

Thank you.

[howdoyousolve]

Thank you. Thank you for saying everything I'm feeling and can't articulate. Thank you for feeling the same thing and be brave enough to say it--I know I'm not alone

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[earthrise]

I just had to go close my office door so nobody would see the tears that came up after reading this. Thank you, Maria. You filled in the little bits I left out.

This journal started out as my Arizona journal, and just yesterday I found this entry. See the sixth paragraph down. We remember the same thing

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[howdoyousolve]

I read the entry. I cried. Correction, I'm crying

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[howdoyousolve]

That was me. :)