"Sorry! I Don’t Want Any Adventures, Thank You. Not Today. Good Morning! But Please Come To Tea –

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

Chris Maser, Forest Primeval

“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.”

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

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Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring 

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

Cranes... bid farewell to them always touches me deep in my heart.

So many feelings.

Pure joy, to hear their striking, distinctive call.

Melancholy, to see them moving away again.

Hope, to see them again next year.

Desire, to go with them.

Humbleness, for the creation of Mother Nature.

Love, because these creatures are simply magnificent.

So many thoughts.

Inseparably connected with their migration in autumn is that winter is coming, as well as their return in spring is carrying the promise of summer.

The Wheel of time.

Endings and new beginnings. 

Life.

How do you feel about?

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular trees, individual rather than of their species.

Charles de Lint, The Onion Girl

The seeker might aim to hide too, make sure the person you are waiting for is trustworthy if not there will be no one looking for you.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.