Reading Tracy Cochran is always so subtle and powerful for me.
“If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence, we could rise up rooted, like trees, wrote the poet Rilke. Faced by images of terrible armies conjured by the devil Mara, the Buddha reached down and touched the earth, rooting himself in the knowing that most children have: we belong to life. We are more alike than different.
J.K . Rowling famously said that imagination “is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.”
