Do echoes of knowledge persist in special landscapes even after wisdom-keepers die? Creation can inspire us to revive caring ways that mend broken bonds.
Evergreen Testament
Suddenly I feel like I’m standing on sacred ground. My sense of kinship with the place expands in the company of cedars, some large enough to barely get my arms around. I press my palms against the taut skin of their trunks. I revel in the scent of sprigs picked up from earth their kind have nourished for lifetimes.