The deep self, anything from and within Nature, and most especially plants and organ systems, know bullshit when they encounter it.
People need wild places. Whether or not we think we do, we do. We need to be able to taste grace and know once again that we desire it. We need to experience a landscape that is timeless, whose agenda moves at the pace of speciation and glaciers. To be surrounded by a singing, mating, howling commotion of other species, all of which love their lives as much as we do ours, and none of which could possibly care less about our economic status or our running day calendar. Wildness puts us in our place. It reminds us that our plans are small and somewhat absurd. It reminds us why, in those cases in which our plans might influence many future generations, we ought to choose carefully. Looking out on a clean plank of planet earth. We can get shaken right down to the bone by the bronze-eyed possibility of lives that our not our own.
I believed in trees, and that heaven had something to do with how dead trees gentle themselves into long, mossy columns of bright-smelling, crumbling earth, lively inside with sprouting seeds and black beetles. I could not make myself believe in a loud-voiced bearded God on his throne in the clouds, but I was moved to tears by the compost pile.
digging up potatoes from our garden.
Plant 1 potato, get 5 more. Mother Earth is very generous when you are patient with her
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