For me, that “ownership” entails a lifelong quest to “know” my neighbors, human, animal, plant and mineral. The spirituality of my life on this planet can be understood best on a stroll through the forest, observing the uses my neighbors have put the land to over the years. Stone walls, dammed streams, borrows dug into a hillside, half-gnawed hickory nuts, scat filled with tiny bones and fur, buds chewed off low brush in the middle of winter. All these are the sacred texts of my religion, showing the ways in which my neighbors “use” their land.