I too was a stranger at first in this dark dripping forest perched at the edge of the sea, but I sought out an elder, my Sitka Spruce grandmother with a lap wide enough for many grandchildren. I introduced myself, told her my name and why I had come.
We do not own the earth.
Walk gently upon it, so that
future generations may do the same.
The best reflections are there
when the wind, water, and you
are quite still.
Walk cheerfully and gently over the earth answering to that of God in everyone and everything.