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What We Need

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“…And we pray, not for new
earth or heaven, but to be quiet
in heart, and in eye clear.
What we need is here.”

― Wendell Berry

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Merely Stewards

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“For Jesus, we are merely stewards of Mother Earth, nonviolent people living in and tending the Creator’s glorious vineyard. We are not to destroy it or one another, but live and work in peace in this glorious creation. it’s time we learn the lesson, Jesus tells us, and do our part to car for the vineyard of creation.”

― John Dear, They Will Inherit the Earth

Among The Angels

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Drawing by Josey Tsao. “Up on Poppy Hilly”

“Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father’s palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.”

– Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditations, 1st Century 28 (1665)

The Stream Of Life

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“My Neighbor Totoro” concept art by Hayao Miyazaki.

“I like to define biology as the history of the earth and all its life — past, present, and future. To understand biology is to understand that all life is linked to the earth from which it came; it is to understand that the stream of life, flowing out of the dim past into the uncertain future, is in reality a unified force, though composed of an infinite number and variety of separate lives.”

― Rachel Carson

Glad We Came

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“We have let Roger share our enjoyment of things people ordinarily deny children because they are inconvenient, interfering with bedtime, or involving wet clothing that has to be changed or mud that has to be cleaned off the rug. We have let him join us in the dark living room before the big picture window to watch the full moon riding lower and lower toward the far shore of the bay, setting all the water ablaze with silver flames and finding a thousand diamonds in the rocks on the shore as the light strikes the flakes of mica embedded in them. I think we have felt that the memory of such a scene, photographed year after year by his child’s mind, would mean more to him in manhood than the sleep he was losing. He told me it would, in his own way, when we had a full moon the night after his arrival last summer. He sat quietly on my lap for some time, watching the moon and the water and all the night sky, and then he whispered, “I’m glad we came.””

– Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder