I'm a speckled seal swimming past the breakers, a seabird with a wingspan so long I can fly for miles. I'm the new moon, hidden and safe from him, from everyone.
Nature is all abundant...Nature suggests hope, joy, abundance, belief, regeneration, allowance, sharing, love, beauty and acceptance.
With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. [...] Part of you died each year when leaves fell from the tress and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.
May we each find a forest-bathing path that can be a daily balm in this taxing world.
கதைகள்தான் நல்லவர்களின் கடைசி நம்பிக்கை. பறவைகள், விலங்குகள், மரம், செடி, கொடியென இயற்கை எல்லாம் நமக்கு துணை நிற்க, அழித்தொழிப்பவர்கள் வீழ்வார்கள்; அழிக்கப்பட்டவர்கள் எழுவார்கள் என்ற நம்பிக்கையை கதையன்றி வேறு யார் கொடுப்பது?
From the time of snow-melt, when the creek roared and the mud slid and the seeds cracked, I listened to the earth-talk, the root-wrangle, the arguments of energy, the dreams lying just under the surface, then rising, becoming at the last moment flaring and luminous -- (excerpt from the poem, Wild Trilliums)
red light contradicts blue sky and so much depends on makeshift branches set in stone.
There's is always a way to make life better.
The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity. As long as this exists, and that should be for ever, I know that there will be solace for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances. I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.
Shall we do without hope? Some days there will be none. But now to the dry and dead woods floor they come again, the first flowers of the year, the assembly of the faithful, the beautiful, wholly given to being.
Pessimism is not part of my nature. Rather, it’s part of what happens to me when I reject God’s nature.
[F]or he had heard an inarticulate promise: he has been pierced by Spring, that sharp knife. And life unscales its rusty weathered pelt, and earth wells out in tender exhaustless strength, and the cup of a man’s heart runs over with dateless expectancy, tongueless promise, indefinable desire. Something gathers in the throat, something blinds him in the eyes, and faint and valorous horns sound through the earth.
When life feels too big to handle, go outside. Everything looks smaller when you're standing under the sky.
As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and will find happiness once more.
The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity, As long as this exists, and that should be forever, I know that there will be solace for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances. I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.
They knew how to live with nature and get along with nature. They didn't try too hard to be all men and no animal. That's the mistake we made when Darwin showed up. We embraced him and Huxley and Freud, all smiles. And then we discovered that Darwin and our religions didn't mix. Or at least we didn't think they did. We were fools. We tried to budge Darwin and Huxley and Freud. They wouldn't move very well. So, like idiots, we tried knocking down religion. We succeeded pretty well. We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated outflinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had always given us answer to all things. But it all went down the drain with Freud and Darwin. We were and still are lost people.
Nature is bent on new beginning and death has not a chance of winning...
When you’re outnumbered by trees your perspective shifts.
There is not one perfect being on this planet.
నేను బొడ్డుపై ముదురు మందపాటి పిచ్లో థడ్-కిక్ పొందుతాను మరియు దొర్లిపోతాను వినయపూర్వకంగా ఉండటానికి తడిగా ఉన్న ఫ్లోర్ షాక్పై వెనుక భాగంలో కట్టిన చేతులు నేను స్పిన్ చేస్తే ముఖం కళ్ళపై లైట్లు మెరుస్తాయి అప్పుడు లైట్లు గడ్డం మీద బూట్ లేదా రెండు కఠినంగా ఉంటాయి నేను రక్తం చుక్కలు అనుభూతి చెందుతున్నాను మరియు పెదవులను నత్తలో నొక్కండి కాంతి అలల మీద ఆన్ మరియు ఆఫ్ మరియు ఆన్ మరియు ఆఫ్ మెరిసిపోతుంది ఒక వేడి మెటల్ రాడ్ మాంసం వెచ్చగా స్నిప్ చేయడానికి కఠినమైన రొమ్మును వెదజల్లుతుంది సన్నని ఒక క్రూరమైన సమూహాన్ని కుట్టడంలో లైట్లు హేమ్ ఎర్రటి కళ్ళు గుడ్డిగా మూసుకుపోతాయి నా దృష్టి క్షీణిస్తుంది ఎలిప్టిక్ నోడ్లో భయంకరమైన రౌట్లో తుది బ్లాక్అవుట్ ఫైట్బ్యాక్ కోడ్గా హిట్ను ఎదుర్కోవటానికి నా గ్రిట్ను సిద్ధం చేస్తున్నాను.
