When I was a child alone in the Woods’s, at the creek or swimming hole I didn’t realize I was separate from anything because I was outside most the time. I belonged to every blade of grass and every wind gust.
Then I grew up, and I lost that connection. I got it back, I’m happy to say, around 40 years old because I was free from most responsibilities. And I went into the woods and the deserts and the prairies and felt at home once again. Now I’m 83 and still out there.