Last night, tossing and turning in a fevered sweat, I’m awash with David Abram’s premise of how our languages (and even songs?) have become disconnected from their place in the wild world, have become abstracted into the wholly human sphere (as if we’re somehow no longer a part of everything around us, that our stories somehow exist on some separate human stage). And I see ridges and trees sloping and dancing all around me ~ and my mind, soul, and voice want to trace them, absorb them, become them, and sing them…..