Impermanence—in thought, feeling, belief, behavior—is the very condition of being.
— Akiko Busch
Love is primarily giving, not receiving... Giving is more joyous than receiving not because it is a deprivation, but because in the act of giving lies the expression of my aliveness
Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
and the ways you go be the lines on your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
and your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well loved one,
walk mindfully, well loved one,
walk fearlessly, well loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
be always coming home.
I am no longer searching,
No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.
The impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive.
Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.
Once you see nature as mentor, gratitude tempers greed, and the notion of resources becomes obscene.
Because as an ecologist, what I know is health: you literally know whether a forest is healthy by all the things it gives away.