Sublime

When a child first catches adults out—when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just—his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they

She could crouch on the wind-whipped grass and dig the stones from the ground and fling them down at the suspicious cottiers and their fear of any woman who was not tethered to man or hearth. There, upon the mountain, her difference – no matter its great weight, its sharp and restless ache upon her heart – was, in the face of such unyielding beauty

En 1956, je me trouvais à la table d'un grand journaliste, Pierre Lazareff. Quelqu'un avait prononcé le mot « écologie ». Sur vingt personnalités présentes, quatre seulement en connaissaient le sens... On mesurera, en 1980, le chemin parcouru. Sur toute la terre les forces s'organisent et une jeunesse résolue est à la tête de ce combat. Elle ne con

Cloud presses in. In another minute a squall has drifted over her and she is soaked through. She will keep going, because it is her birthday, and to turn away from the storm would be to gainsay the year, to live under a mantel of cowardice and lack of resolve, of failure.

Through psychospiritual adventure, the adolescent comes to know what she was born to do, what gift she possesses to bring to the world, what sacred quality lives in her heart, and how she might arrive at her own unique way of loving and belonging.