Back with the Minerva Oak

The flood waters have receded, and now this is the scene near the Minerva Oak. No, not snow: it's willow pollen!

I sat up in the tree and I am sure that something came to me while I was there but it seems that I have now completely forgotten.

It seems to me that it may have been about... oh, I can't recall. But here's what I do think: that life drives toward ever more complexity and diversity, the rich heterogeneity that makes the world ever more wondrous. Enchantment comes from all the millions of ways in which it is possible to be different, in your way of being, way of thinking, way of making sense of the world. How much of it is collaboration, how much competition, how much shared, how much solitary, how much connected, how much separate. Every place could seed it's own uniquenesses.

There is nothing more stunning than to know that you can never exhaust the variety of even a small patch of wild and self-willed land.