“Stepping through the gate into Chatsworth Park early this morning, I saw the yellow, brown, and golden leaves quietly swirling to the ground, glinting in the sun that was just breaking through the cold, damp mist of morning. I crunched through the dead leaves piled at the bottom of the great gnarled trees with their roots going deep into the earth. This avenue of trees, reaching high above, created a canopy which had caught the morning mist, whose weighted drops dislodged the last of the season’s leaves… The Great World Soul is in the golden leaves falling in season, and for that we give thanks. But when we plunder Mother Earth, the Great World Soul weeps through the tears of the mothers no longer able to feed their children. Kill Mother Earth, and we will die.”
Joan Wilkinson, Derbyshire Unitarian, quoted in Fragments of Holiness for Daily Reflection
King Edward Street Chapel 