Stephanie Kaza knits pages to spells unbounded by the minimizing of modernity and unravels the trauma of our exoticism of nature. How we see nature as so separate that we lose our own and how even our stereotypes of the patient, gentle giants of sequoia, mountains, and other trees obviates their true nature. They nature indivisible and interpenetrating to even her book, as we simplfy them into borders in which we understand them to make them accessible. And how she realized we have become so inaccessible to any relationship in doing so by only seeing their utility, whether that be finanical or metaphoric, rather than seeing them as they are.

Once I heard a baby great horned owl fall out of its nest onto the roof of the meditation hall. The sharp screams of the parents careened overhead, penetrating the quiet stillness within. There could be no separation from the meditators on the cushion on their cushions; that one cry of alarm entered all minds.