with gratitude to Tony Rinaudo and the forests beneath our feet
https://youtu.be/29bqRTW2aow

I’m curious about how things hold together—
ecosystems, communities, memories.
What’s quietly mending beneath the surface
while we’re distracted by outcomes.
I’m curious about the healing power of nature,
about how a scorched landscape
can remember itself green
when we stop trying to make it ‘productive’.
Tony Rinaudo writes of an underground forest—
roots waiting beneath the surface,
stumps long presumed dead,
until someone gives them space to grow again.
Is that a parable for more than trees?
I’m curious about rewilding,
not only of land
but of imagination.
What if renewal doesn’t always come
through building or taming,
but through letting go?
Why is our desire for control
so often the source of destruction?
Why does the drive for yield
become a slow death?
I’m curious about truth—
not as a thing to win with,
but as something that heals
when held gently.
And I’m curious about the quiet persistence
of grace,
how it turns up
in the unnoticed shoot
breaking through dry soil
just when you thought nothing could grow.
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