Rose, Santa Barbara Mission

Thursday, June 4, 2020


The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self; and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.

Laurens van der Post

1 comment:

Blue Heron said...

Thanks to Lynne Merchant for sending this along. I was not even aware of the author but he cut a definite swath.