Sometimes I catch myself thinking of growth, development, as accumulation: more knowledge, more techniques, rather than being, circulating, exchanging. The tree reminds me. Planted on a huge boulder, the tree grows as it does in response to its environment and available resources. It keeps being what it is, keeps drawing in sustenance , spreading its leaves, and sending out oxygen for the benefit of those of us who breathe.
I too depend on my surroundings: food, air, impressions. These pass through me and maintain my life and well-being. And sometimes the nourishment abides, fundamentally changes who I am, what I am capable of. What is that invisible process that forms new interior organizations capable of sustaining further levels of search?