Reflections

“It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives.

“…everything has a right to be recognized and revered.

“The death of the forest is the end of our life.

Every creature is a word of God and a book about God.

Groves of redwoods…are often compared to the naves of great cathedrals: the silence; the green, filtered, numinous light.

Eternal Spirit — Earth-Maker, Pain-bearer, Life-giver; source of all that is and that shall be; Father and Mother of us all.

The very center of your heart is where life begins.

Weeds are transparently close to us.

The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all, our most pleasing responsibility.

A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.