‘What if you were a teacher but had not voice to speak your knowledge? What if you had no language at all and yet there was something you needed to say? Wouldn’t you dance it? Wouldn’t you act it out? Wouldn’t your every movement tell the story? In time you would become so eloquent that just to gaze upon you would reveal it all.’ (Braiding Sweetgrass)
This is another book I have picked up again, almost a year on from starting it. This passage is talking about plants, but I read it and thought how it applies in the zen realm (and is the subtext of the two posts on silence last week.)
One thought on “Robin Wall Kimmerer”
Even the rocks and stones themselves, would start to sing.
LikeLiked by 1 person