Winter Solstice, Turnagain Arm, Alaska.
Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal
feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of
the solstice and equinox. This is what is the matter with us. We are bleeding at the roots, because we
are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because, poor blossom,
we plucked it from its stem on the tree of Life, and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized
vase on the table.
~ D.H. Lawrence
