lessons_from_squirrels raze you're blind at birth. a sitting target. the world takes you in its arms and rocks you into a slow unfolding. once you're able, you build small lives of your own. this is how you care for your young: you keep them close until their eyes are open. then you show them everything. when they're as ready as you can make them, you let them go. you know what to bury deep beneath the dirt and what needs to be tasted now. you know how to crush snow into water and how to turn seeds into salvation. you hide yourself from harm in the bends and bluffs of god's knotted fingers. you come as close to touching heaven as anything without wings can. if there's a celestial city, you're nestled deep in its woodlands and residential regions. you understand what's important. life is short and fraught with fear, but no good love ever dies. 221009 what's it to you? who go blather from