"In the end, isn't this all that's required of you?
To drink in what you love, to concentrate it
in the crucible of your body,
and, finally, to bloom."
Drinking in what we love...
isn't this the easiest of occupations?
Drinking in the majesty of
dandelions and mosses,
earthworms and fungi,
honeybees, ants and ladybugs,
slugs, spiders, and lichens...
contributing their often overlooked
elegance to our world.
I haven't even gotten to the flowers, trees,
rivers, mountains, ocean and sky yet.
And then there's outer space.
Isn't this intoxicating?







