"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
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
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness 🍃
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
“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? . .
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
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?
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
P 2
"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more”
Lord Byron
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