Seems the best in life is often not fully lived until we stand to loss it. Like my Grandpa John’s loss of the family orchard in the Great Depression, climate change today is stirring hearts throughout the human family with a longing to re-establish a healthy relationship with Mother Earth.
Some time ago I returned to my Grandpa John’s orchard country in Virginia and found one of his apple crate labels hanging in a fruit stand. Today just feeling an apple in the palm of my hand has a way of making the whole world kin.
What touch of nature moves your relationship with the earth toward intimacy and respect?
