To Anaïs Nin, nature was the only thing pure and beautiful in this world. Her words:
How I love to walk among the trees stirred by a light February wind and in the fields where one can see the clear horizon. Ah, how I love that! How sweet it is to me! In those dreamy moments I feel as though I have left this sad earth, I feel as though I catch a glimpse, a tiny glimpse, of the air and fragrance of heaven, it seems as though I fly away toward the infinite. If my Maman’s sweet voice didn’t call me back, I would spend hours, long hours, contemplating nature . . . it’s so beautiful! . . . it’s the only thing that is pure and beautiful in this world. (Quoted from The Life of the Creative Spirit, p. 317.)
For a brief biography of Anaïs Nin, click here.
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