First, a poem:
under the tough old stars —And this, from an essay:
In the shadow of the bluffs
I came back to myself
To the real work, to
'What is to be done'.
We are all indigenous to this planet, this garden we are being called on by nature and history to reinhabit in good spirit. To restore the land one must live and work in a place. The place will welcome whomever approaches it with respect and attention. To work in a place is to bond to a place: people who work together in a place become a community, in time, grows a culture. To restore the wild is to restore culture.