“Knowing her grandchildren
would inherit the world she left behind,
she did not work for flourishing
In her time only.
It was through her actions of reciprocity,
the give and take with the land,
that the original immigrant
became indigenous.
For all of us,
becoming indigenous to
a place means living as
if your children’s future mattered,
to take care of the land as if our lives,
both material and spiritual,
depended on it.”~Robin Wall Kimmerer
Tag Archives: Sweet Breathing
Dance of Love
“Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.”-Rumi
Behind Which Beauty is Hiding
“Everyone needs a practice which polishes them, to wear away at the obscuring mindstuff which settles like debris on one’s way of seeing. In our hearts, we know there is meaning to it all, an ordering nature to the chaos, but like a dream that slips away into forgetting, we have to practice at coming into its coherency. Without such a practice, we fall prey to the belief that the toxic fog of consensus culture is the real reality. When in fact, it is only the ‘not-beauty’ behind which beauty is hiding.”
-Toko-pa Turner
A Pilgrimage in Itself
“A day of silence can be a pilgrimage in itself.”
-Hafiz
“Silence is a communing of a conscious soul with itself.”
-Henry David Thoreau
In Spirit
“I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit…. what business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?
-Henry David Thoreau
Beams of Love
“We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.”
-William Blake
Lose Your Mind Find Your Soul
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul”
– John Muir
The Listening Heaven
“Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
– Rabindranath Tagore
Melting into Music
“The snow is melting into music.”
-John Muir
Earth Like a Child
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Awakening, illuminating, unfolding, empowering… Spring begins in all her glory today! Every day new and glorious, seen from new eyes like those of a child instills wonder and awe. Like a poem. Like the heart itself.