A Delicate Fabric Of Bird Song Floats In The Air, The Smell Of Wet Wild Earth Is Everywhere. Oh I Must

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

William Shakespeare

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in, whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain future that is unfolding.

Jim Robbins, The Man Who Planted Trees: Lost Groves, Champion Trees, and an Urgent Plan to Save the Planet

“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.”

A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.

“Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles." "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” . . That’s a good question, isn’t it? . .

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

Learn character from trees, values from roots, and change from leaves.

Tasneem Hameed