“The rocks are beyond slow, beyond strong, and yet, yielding to a soft, green breath as powerful as a glacier, the mosses wearing away their surfaces grain by grain, bringing them slowly back to sand. There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents.”
On your next walk in the woods, take a look down — to the mossy carpet clinging to the roots and rocks at your feet.
Then think about the dialogues that have been taking place for millennia between this primeval plant and its friends on the forest floor. The small talk. The banter. The asking and the answering. The curiosities. The humilities. The pushing and pulling. The struggle. The serenity. The symbiosis.
And join into their ancient conversations with your silent observations.