‘There is no need to sustain interrelationship, to practice it, to hold it up to see it, or to make it a superior way of thinking. We are in this interrelationship, between life and death, whether we want to recognize it or not. We can be awake to it even as we die. When I see my embodiment as nothing more than nature, nothing more than a flower, nothing to be annihilated, the experience of my life as interrelated allows tenderness to well up, despite the impositions of hatred, whether from without or within. Other may be unable to see me or those that look like me as flowers, but this does not make it any less so.’ (The Way of Tenderness)
I think this pairs very nicely with yesterday’s post.