Robin Wall Kimmerer
Quotes
Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.
p. 55
Braiding SweetgrassLook at the legacy of poor Eve's exile from Eden: the land shows the bruises of an abusive relationship. It’s not just land that is broken, but more importantly, our relationship to land.
p. 9
Braiding SweetgrassYou'd think that biologists, of all people, would have words for life. But in scientific language our terminology is used to define the boundaries of our knowing. What lies beyond our grasp remains unnamed.
p. 49
Braiding SweetgrassAll moms have treasured ways to spend the few precious hours they have to themselves, curling up with a book or sewing, but I mostly went to the water, the birds and the wind and the quiet were what I needed.
p. 88
Braiding SweetgrassA language teacher I know explained that grammar is just the way we chart relationships in language. Maybe it also reflects our relationships with each other.
p. 57
Braiding SweetgrassThat, I think, is the power of ceremony: it marries the mundane to the sacred.
p. 37
Braiding SweetgrassThere is such tenderness in braiding the hair of someone you love. Kindness and something more flow between the braider and the braided, the two connected by the cord of the plait.
p. 5
Braiding SweetgrassFor all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.
p. 9
Braiding SweetgrassWe Americans are reluctant to learn a foreign language of our own species, let alone another species. But imagine the possibilities. Imagine the access we would have to different perspectives, the things we might see through other eyes, the wisdom that surrounds us. We don’t have to figure out everything by ourselves: there are intelligences other than our own, teachers all around us. Imagine how much less lonely the world would be.
p. 58
Braiding SweetgrassWhat else can you offer the earth, which has everything? What else can you give but something of yourself? A homemade ceremony, a ceremony that makes a home.
p. 38
Braiding SweetgrassA people's story moves along like a canoe caught in the current, being carried closer and closer to where we had begun.
p. 36
Braiding SweetgrassNuts are like the pan fish of the forest, full of protein and especially fat—"poor man's meat."
p. 13
Braiding Sweetgrass
