what does it mean to you to listen to the trees – not just the ones living in vibrant green but the ones the beetles chewed through because it doesn’t get cold enough in winter anymore.. what does it mean to you to lay yourself down palms in the soil, to let your nose grow cold while your heart warms, to breathe in the living scent of impending winter.. what does it mean to you to live within the essence of this world, to find your breath dancing with the spirit of the landscape under your feet.. what does it mean to you to open your throat and have the soul of the land pulse through you in song and heal your throat with worthiness and comfort.. what does it mean to you to see the way you nourish or harm this world is the way you nourish or harm yourself.. what does it mean to you.. to have the courage to feel?