I read Wendell Berry’s essay “A Native Hill” yesterday and I think that is going to stick with me for long time. I’ve long been a fan of his poetry, which may be a more accessible route for a similar message. Love the collection (and poem) “Peace of Wild Things”.
While also on poetry, I really enjoyed Raymond Antrobus’ “The Perseverance” — some really clever use of language to share the experience of growing up deaf. Check this reading out if you’re curious:
Always on the lookout for poetry recs, preferably modern but I’ll take anything
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.