Β« It is foolish to let a young redwood Β grow next to a house.
Even in this Β one lifetime, you will have to choose.
That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and booksβ
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Β Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life. Β»
β Jane Hirshfield, βTreeβ, in Given Sugar, Given Salt
















