“How, I wondered, might a person, a people, take root, roots and rootlessness, the preservation of what little remains of the past, such were thoughts that blew through me on any given morning, standing very still in the porch, or in the garden, in my bare feet, feeling suddenly: that sound, that rushing, it is the wind, it is the trees!” PeoplePastWindRootsPreservationTreesPersonRootlessness Book:Study for Obedience Source: Study for Obedience