She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via suchvodka
"The problem is most people don’t know how to talk to plants. They ask the plants: ‘What good are you?’ And of course the plants, being perfectly themselves, are already good, so that is not a question they can answer. They don’t have to justify themselves to anyone or anything, so they won’t even answer that. But if you say ‘Excuse me, I need help. What use might you be to humans?’ then they will tell you. Some are good for food or beauty or firewood, others are medicines, and all sorts of things. You just have to remember the right question."
— Sachavaca, Peter Gorman’s guardian spirit, a
s written in Ayahuasca in my Blood: 25 Years of Medicine Dreaming
"Come to the woods for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods."
— John Muir (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y