Holy Nature Paula, forgive my manicured lawns, my hatred of dandelions, my fear of rot. I have called weeds “sinful” and moss “neglect.” Teach my hands the liturgy of letting be. Let me see the goldenrod in the ditch as your eucharist. Amen.
“Do not build a shrine to me. Go outside. Find a spot where the wild things grow. Take off your hat. Let the rain hit your scalp. Now, forget everything you have read. Just stand there until you realize: You are not standing in nature. You are standing in Holy Nature. And you are wholly loved.” holy nature paula
Paula died in 1991, but her final journal entry summarizes the entire movement with heartbreaking clarity: Holy Nature Paula, forgive my manicured lawns, my
You don’t need to convert to a new religion. You just need to step outside. The holy is waiting. Find a spot where the wild things grow
Holy Nature Paula, forgive my manicured lawns, my hatred of dandelions, my fear of rot. I have called weeds “sinful” and moss “neglect.” Teach my hands the liturgy of letting be. Let me see the goldenrod in the ditch as your eucharist. Amen.
“Do not build a shrine to me. Go outside. Find a spot where the wild things grow. Take off your hat. Let the rain hit your scalp. Now, forget everything you have read. Just stand there until you realize: You are not standing in nature. You are standing in Holy Nature. And you are wholly loved.”
Paula died in 1991, but her final journal entry summarizes the entire movement with heartbreaking clarity:
You don’t need to convert to a new religion. You just need to step outside. The holy is waiting.