A spellbinding read. This poetic narrative of love, life, connection, depression, death and hope follows a garden, it‘s inhabitants, and it‘s caretakers through the seasons of a year. Every time I revisit it I am left feeling awed at the tapestry of life in which I participate, from the smallest to largest scale.

The way this book sinks into Deep Time is an adventure in and of itself. Burying myself in this book is the clearest I have ever been able to see the timescale and moments of the earth. In a political climate marked by such hysteria of our immanent future, this Dive into Deep Time is both a call to meaningful action and an anti anxiety medicine.

I read this book while developing my own sense of what female empowerment could look like when un-coopted by patriarchal myths. This book gave me a vocabulary to voice my intuitions, and has led me through hundreds of hours of discussion after putting down the book.

This book is a masterpiece. I have never read a better or more perfectly composed novel in my life. The architecture of the storytelling is unparalleled, and the ending left me questioning my very purpose on earth. Read this book if you are ready to embrace your participation in this earthly concert of life.

I cried at least once in every chapter. Read this book if you live on Turtle Island. That‘s all I can say.

I think about anecdotes from this book on a nearly daily bases. In the first essay Einstein supports my general sense of the nature of time, and throughout the rest of the book math becomes an increasingly assessable / intriguing concept to even my lit-centric brain. Highly recommend