Listen
“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.”
“This morning I sat on a rock with my feet in the creek, and allowed myself to wonder in the ways that only nature can inspire. Thank you for sharing this magic and inviting us all in to the depths of images we all contain. ”
I come here to listen,
to nestle in the curve of
the roots in a soft hollow
of pine needles, then lean
my bones against the column
of white pine, to turn off the
voice in my head untl I can
hear the voices outside it:
the shhh of wind in needles,
water trickling over rock,
nuthatch tapping, chipmunks
digging, beechnut falling,
mosquito in my ear, and something more ---
something that is not me, for which we have
no language, the wordless being of others
in which we are never alone.
- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweatgrass
