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. . . . as with a lover, what can one really absolutely trust? Only that she or he will be themselves. And that, I see, is how I must love the earth and Nature and the Universe, my own Trinity. Trusting only that it will be however it is, and accepting that some parts of it may hurt.

Alice Walker, The Same River Twice: Honoring the Difficult — A Meditation on Life, Spirit, Art, and the Making of the Film “The Color Purple” Ten Years Later (New York: Scribner, 1996) p.43

I found this in a seriously cool essay on Alice Walker’s ecospirituality.

. . . . as with a lover, what can one really absolutely trust? Only that she or he will be themselves. And that, I see, is how I must love the earth and Nature and the Universe, my own Trinity. Trusting only that it will be however it is, and accepting that some parts of it may hurt.

Alice Walker, The Same River Twice: Honoring the Difficult — A Meditation on Life, Spirit, Art, and the Making of the Film “The Color Purple” Ten Years Later (New York: Scribner, 1996) p.43

I found this in a seriously cool essay on Alice Walker’s ecospirituality.