Gravity is the root of grace,
The mainstay of all speed.
A traveler of true means, whatever the day’s pace,
Remembers the provision-van . . . (The Way of Life – Witter Bynner translation)
Our provisions are water, soil, air and seed.
Blessings are rain, and earth worms, and live seeds and air we can breathe freely, wildly.
And the sunlight, waiting to be harvested freely and peacefully.
How to preach the obvious, without preaching. I don’t know.