In some Native languages
the term for plants
translates to
“those who take care of us.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer

It’s a fiftieth anniversary!  That was the thought that crossed through my mind as I hiked up a wooded hillside trail.  I let the thought pass and walked onward, immersed in the surrounding sounds forming their own rhythmic conversation.  Far beyond the grasp of words, everything belonged – the stones in their silence, hawks in their soaring, streams in their rippling, and my boots in thei...