I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Frank Ostaseski’s story about the Zen Hospice project [“Stories of Lives Lived and Now Ending,” December 1994] was one of the best I’ve found in The Sun. I cried just reading about the love and generosity the volunteers provided through the simple act of listening.