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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother. ~ Hermann Hesse HOME IS INSIDE YOU - OR NOWHERE AT ALL. Creative Rehab
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000

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