“Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me.  She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet… wonderful!  Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me.  I knew this body was not mine alone but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents.  Of all my ancestors.  These feet that I saw as ‘my’ feet were actually ‘our’ feet.  Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, No Death, No Fear