August is folding wings and September is on approach. My family has four birthdays as we move through September and October, so, for me, it is a time of birth.
The sun rises later these days but with such clarity. I simmer like a leaf in awareness of release.
Two quotes guide my day today.
Robin Wall Kimmerer:
Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them an intention and compassion - until we teach them not to. We quickly retrain them and make them forget. When we tell them that the tree is not a "who" but an "it," we make that maple an object. We put a barrier between us, absolving ourselves of moral responsibility and opening the door to exploitation. Saying "it" makes a living land into natural resources. If maple is an "it," we can take up the chainsaw.
The living presence of a tree
Rabindranath Tagore:
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
And birds stay with their hurt and dying mates
Flower Light
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