It was a though we’d been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each w

It was a though we’d been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each with its own rhythm and character, from whom our bodies had drawn not just shelter but perhaps even a kind of guidance as we grew into a family.
----David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology