Learning Art of Healing through Anoushka Shankar’s Love Letters
- February 26, 2020
The more the sensibilist I am, the more I seem to want my mountains wild – Robert Frost
READ MOREAre the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself – Gustave Flaubert
READ MOREWisdom is often times nearer when we stoop than when we soar – William Wordsworth
READ MOREMay what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children – Rainer Maria Rilke
READ MORETo immigrants and exiles everywhere, the uprooted, the re-rooted, the rootless, and to the trees we left behind, rooted in our memories! – Elif Shafak
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