``<PERSON> said that the happiest person on earth is the one who learns from nature the lessons of worship. So go outside a lot and look up.'' -- <PERSON> Look up at the birds returning home, or down at their feathers fallen on the beach. See the winter seedpods dusted in snow, and catkins and buds forming on branches. We all have elders, the wise matriarchs and muses who walk before us. Two women especially have taught me the art and joy of paying attention, and they passed away within a week of each other this January. Rest in peace, <PERSON> and <PERSON>. Thank you for your legacies in wilderness and poetry, but most of all in lovingly seeing how the small things are the big things.