I found something I wrote at nineteen, and it still rings true at forty-four.
The Earth holds mysteries known only to those who understand the delicate web we live inside. To truly know nature, you have to be in relationship with it, an active, living, dynamic relationship that must be nurtured.
There was a time when women and men intimately knew each plant, insect, tree, and animal. That knowledge was vital; it kept us alive. In modern culture we have largely lost it, and called the loss progress.
It is my hope that we will remember how to yearn for it again.
