"Joanna Macy writes that until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair."
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Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass (2013)
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Joanna Macy
Joanna Rogers Macy (May 2, 1929 – July 19, 2025) was an environmental activist, author, scholar of Buddhism, general systems theory, and deep ecology.
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