Go small! I keep hearing this message. It struck me forcibly one day as I chanced upon a small village graveyard, with the sleepy atmosphere of peace that pervades such places on a sunny day. My young children were playing, as oblivious to the proximity of death as was the snail inching its way across a tombstone. The air was suddenly filled with the beauty of the ordinary, the humble, the life cycle that completes itself perfectly in death. There is so much exponential talk at present. I believe a shift to smaller, more local, circular thought and language, is a sacred response to a catastrophic horizon.
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