There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Appropriately enough, a talk in a rainstorm! Sahajatara offers a beautiful discourse to close the Conscious Surrender to the Beautiful Arts event. She opens with this short extract from Wordsworth’s ‘Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood’ and a long reading from...