Embracing the reality of living on a planet with a finite amount of land and water can be incredibly liberating.

Repair is mending—it’s stitching together individual threads to form something stronger and more beautiful and functional in its deliberate interconnection. 

Most people alive in the US today would agree that our culture is broken. The obvious next question is whether something whole, unbroken, ever existed in the first place? 

How does it feel to attend to certain beings or experiences? Does it feel good and deepen the connection? Or does it numb and distract?

What are we rooting into? 

Germinating question:

If we truly believed that we were “natural,” what would change?