#BearGrassWisdom “The rustle of leaves calls me to listen. The sweet song of birds invites me to feel. The soft pull of gravity reminds me I am home.   Every sound, every stillness is a doorway that I may enter. Every history, every presence is abundant with meaning and purpose.   I am one with the dance of relativity in a matrix of possibility. My heart and mind are open to witness “the mattering” in an ever, expanding field of knowing.”