Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.
~ Martha Graham in "An Athlete of God" (essay)
All around me the precious quiet of evening and the pungent smell of hay in the air. Above me the starry sky. Such a sweet inner peace fills me and gently takes possession of every fiber of my whole being and existence. And one surrenders to her, great Mother Nature, fully and completely and without reservation, and says with open arms, "Take me."