In the chequered area of human experience the seasons
are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together;
in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled;
one tends the green cluster and another treads the wine-press. Nay, in
each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until
Death himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields. ~
George Eliot
- To what extent do you see your life as a golden age?
- How diverse have been your experiences?
- How do you cultivate a personal peace?
