Reading keeps me humble and clothed in pants that fit. Should I get too big for my britches, books remind me exactly how little I know.
Take moss, for instance. Always there and rarely considered. I have totally taken moss for granted. Despite being galaxies unto themselves, I have never really given them the time of day.
The revelation of suddenly seeing what I was blind to only moments before is a sublime experience for me. p9
Now I, too, give thanks to the mosses. And to Robin Wall Kimmerer who told of the calm of the boundary layer; the wonder of what is omnipresent; and the resilience, persistence and reciprocity of the forest and its floor.