“Remember that your tracks are one strand of the web woven endlessly in the hand of god. They're tied to those of the mouse in the field, the eagle on the mountain, the crab in its hold, the lizard beneath its rock. The leaf that falls to the ground a thousand miles away touches your life. The impress of your foot in the soil is felt through a thousand generations.” HandsRememberFallFeltGenerationsFeetRocksFieldsThousandMountainTrackMilesSoilTiedImpressMiceLeafsEaglesWovenStrandsMiles AwayHands Of GodCrabsThousand MilesLizards Author:Daniel Quinn
“Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.” KindDifferentHardFallLinesVisionSummerSpringSeasonsEternityWinterTrackStuckRepeatsLos AngelesBlurSpring SummerFall And Winter Author:Kris Kidd