When we surround ourselves with sounds of nature, we are soothed and healed, comforted by the songs of our mother, the Earth.And who is there to sing back to the Earth?
My human attempt to live the gentle life is my promise of cooperation with the grace of gentility once it touches my lífe. My attempt to grow in gentility may tempt me to forget that its outcome is only provisional, a shadow of thíngs to come — the real thing being the divine gentleness of soul that is a pure gift of the Holy.