Musste grad an dich denken, als ich „Upstream“ von Mary Oliver angefangen habe:
„when the chesty, fierce-furred bear becomes sick he travels the mountainside and the fields, searching for certain grasses, leaves and herbs, that hold within themselves the power of healing. He eats, he grows stronger. Could you, oh clever one, do this? Have you ever said, „Sir Bear, teach me. I am a customer of death coming and would give you a pot of honey and my house on the western hills to know what you know.“
Liebe Grüße, schöner Post! 🙂
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