A friend shared a passage from the work of Francis Weller, who wrote, "[We must] step back into the embrace, into intimate relations with the world where we still feel ourselves turning into trees and animals and cloud banks. This is not an abstract idea. I'm referring to the watersheds and woodlands around our homes, about knowing whose migratory pathways we have entered. Our soul is in love with the singularities, the particular expression of a gnarled cypress, the one-eared feral gray cat on the hillside, the iris and its amazing beard of blue. Love finds itself in the specific." And the Ottauquechee.
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