A gift of music of music, earnestly played–or prayed–for the healing of Earth. The site is a quarry, a huge scar on the face of earth created by bulldozers carving out fill to broaden the nearby highway from two to four lanes. But in a sacred act of loving resistance, Earth stopped the bulldozers with turquoise water from a spring hidden in the limestone depths.

I have participated in the resurrection of this place, not only by going there to play music, but also by documenting photographically the return of vegetation and critter life. The story is a chapter in my long-stalled book, Creation Considered: Creature Encounters of the 5th Kind.