“Strawberries first shaped my view of a world full of gifts simply scattered at your feet. A gift comes to you through no action of your own, free, having moved toward you without your beckoning, It is not a reward; you cannot earn it, or call it to you, or even deserve it. And yet it appears. Your only role is to be open-eyed and present. Gifts exist in a realm of humility and mystery-as with random acts of kindness, we do not know their source.”
- Excerpt from Braiding Sweetgrass
by Robin Wall Kimmerer
Organized with Pedro Verdin