“The earth, that first among good mothers, gives us the gift that we cannot provide ourselves. [Without realizing it,] I had come to the lake [after my daughter left for college], and said feed me, [and] my empty heart was fed [while riding my kayak in the lake of water lilies]. I had a good mother. She gives what we need without being asked. I wonder if she gets tired, old Mother Earth. Or if she too is fed by the giving.
‘Thanks,’ I whispered, ‘for all of this.’”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, from Braiding Sweetgrass