August is folding wings and September is on approach.  My family has four birthdays as we move through September and October, so, for me, it is a time of birth.  

The sun rises later these days but with such clarity, I simmer like a leaf in awareness of release.   

Two quotes guide my day today.

Robin Wall Kimmerer: 

Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them an intention and compassion – until we teach them not to. We quickly retrain them and make them forget. When we tell them that the tree is not a “who” but an “it,” we make that maple an object. We put a barrier between us, absolving ourselves of moral responsibility and opening the door to exploitation. Saying “it” makes a living land into natural resources. If maple is an “it,” we can take up the chainsaw.

Rabindranath Tagore: 

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.