“Sunk in its bottom-mud, for six months she will not draw air into her lungs. To survive a cold that would kill her, or slow her so that predators would kill her, she slows herself beyond breath in a place where breath is not possible… It’s this radical simplicity that will save her. And deep within it, at the heart of her stillness, something she has no need to name, but something we might think of as trust: that one day, yes, the world will warm again, and with it, her life.”
–Gayle Boss, All Creation Waits: the Advent Mystery of New Beginnings (Paraclete Press, 2016), p. 2
