Report, if you have a problem with this page“ The cure for our modern maladies is dirt under the fingernails and the feel of thick grass between the toes. The cure for our listlessness is to be out within the invigorating wind. The cure for our uselessness is to take back up our stewardship; for it is not that there has been no work to be done, we simply have not been attending to it. ”
L.M. Browning
From : Ruminations at Twilight: Poetry Exploring the Sacred
