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“remember: this earth that rests so still beneath you is racing around the sun, teaching your body to dance the seasons. You are carried with a million years of faith: that there is more in you longing to break open, to pour out, to mingle with the soil of life."

- this is not the end”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Sometimes your next halting step is more powerful than the grandest vision. All a leaf knows about building a tree is to turn towards the light."

- how to build a tree”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“How can I love this spring when it's pulling me through my life faster than any time before it? When five separate dooms are promised this decade and here I am, just trying to watch a bumblebee cling to its purple flower. I cannot save this world. But look how it's trying, once again, to save me."

- this spring”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“I'm not wishing you failure, or heartbreak, or the loss of who you've worked so hard to be. But I'm standing here on the other side of my own destruction, my bare feet warming in the dark soil, and I'm whispering little ribbons into the wind that say, "You're going to be more than okay." You don't deserve the pain of this world. But no one arrives in their own life without the cataclysm of birth."

- more than okay”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“That place is just a memory now but the sanctuary still waits - in the quiet places under trees, the spacious darkness of a solitary night and if you learn again how to hide, even from the expectations you've mistaken for your own, you'll find the world still knows your secret harmony, and that some brave and brokenhearted voice in you never stopped singing."

- the first promise”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the springs of life, when the hidden seeds of your deep longing finally push their first shoots into the light of your days, and your sacred responsability is to nurture this fragile growth, even as it carves and shapes you in frightening, wondrous ways."

- east”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the autumns of life, when cherished pieces of your world and yourself wilt and wither, when what has sustained you is slipping away, and only your faith that renewal is the dancing partner of loss helps you trust that the seed of your future wholeness have already been planted."

- west”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Don't tell a soul what you're doing or where it is you go at all hours. Be clandestine. Protect the source."

- tradecraft”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Come home to this body. It's living your life."

- standing invitation”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Some winters are so long you can forget what spring does
until it does it."

- what spring does”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Look how gently these little waves, sent from such a distance, caress the rocky shore. Tell me that's not how lovers touch."

- the southern coast of crete”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Today for the first time in months the sun was strong enough for me to sit outside in the afternoon, sipping a cold drink, my body remembering a season when the world wanted me to be alive, to grow. But that was before all the dying I've done - whole futures fallen, promisses left hanging like fishhooks. Would spring come again, even for me? And if it did would it find me brave enough to risk a new seed in the trickster soil?"

- a new spring”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Look how gently these little waves, sent from such a distance, caress the rocky shore. Tell me that's not how lovers touch.

- the southern coast of crete”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Some winters are so long you can forget what spring does
until it does it.

- what spring does”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Some winters are so long you can forget what spring does

until it does it.”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Don't tell a soul what you're doing or where it is you go at all hours. Be clandestine. Protect the source.

- tradecraft”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“Come home to this body. It's living your life.

- standing invitation”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the autumns of life, when cherished pieces of your world and yourself wilt and wither, when what has sustained you is slipping away, and only your faith that renewal is the dancing partner of loss helps you trust that the seed of your future wholeness have already been planted.

- west”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the autumns of life, when cherished pieces of your world and yourself wilt and wither, when what has sustained you is slipping away, and only your faith
that renewal is the dancing partner of loss helps you trust that the seed of your future wholeness have already been planted.

- west”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the springs of life, when the hidden seeds of your deep longing finally push their first shoots into the light of your days, and your sacred responsability is to nurture this fragile growth, even as it carves and shapes you in frightening, wondrous ways.

- east”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“That place is just a memory now but the sanctuary still waits - in the quiet places under trees, the spacious darkness of a solitary night and if you learn again how to hide, even from the expectations you've mistaken for your own, you'll find the world still knows your secret harmony, and that some brave and brokenhearted voice in you never stopped singing.

- the first promise”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“I'm not wishing you failure, or heartbreak, or the loss of who you've worked so hard to be. But I'm standing here on the other side of my own destruction, my bare feet warming in the dark soil, and I'm whispering little ribbons into the wind that say, "You're going to be more than okay." You don't deserve the pain of this world. But no one arrives in their own life without the cataclysm of birth.

-more than okay”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“I'm not wishing you failure, or heartbreak, or the loss of who you've worked so hard to be. But I'm standing here on the other side of my own destruction, my bare feet warming in the dark soil, and I'm whispering little ribbons into the wind that say, "You're going to be more than okay." You don't deserve the pain of this world. But no one arrives in their own life without the cataclysm of birth.”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“That place is just a memory now but the sanctuary still waits - in the quiet places under trees, the spacious darkness of a solitary night and if you learn again how to hide, even from the expectations you've mistaken for your own, you'll find the world still knows your secret harmony, and that some brave and brokenhearted voice in you never stopped singing.”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“I'm not wishing you failure,
or heartbreak, or the loss
of who you've worked so hard
to be. But I'm standing here
on the other side of my own
destruction, my bare feet
warming in the dark soil,
and I'm whispering little
ribbons into the wind that say,
"You're going to be more
than okay." You don't deserve
the pain of this world. But
no one arrives in their own life
without the cataclysm of birth.”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the springs of life,
when the hidden seeds
of your deep longing
finally push their first shoots
into the light of your days,
and your sacred responsability
is to nurture this fragile growth,
even as it carves and shapes you
in frightening, wondrous ways.

-east”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
“You will know the autumns of life,
when cherished pieces
of your world and yourself
wilt and wither,
when what has sustained you
is slipping away,
and only your faith
that renewal
is the dancing partner of loss
helps you trust
that the seed of your
future wholeness
have already been planted.

-west”
James A. Pearson, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name