A walk in the woods

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I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing

but only know where the rarest wildflowers are blooming

and who goes

and finds that he is smiling not by his own will

Wendell Berry

photo ross

 

Welcome to this world

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Another reflection on the calming effects of nature.

This famous haiku reflects on the letting go found under a tree when all things feel at home and we know that beauty is being born at every second.  At times like this we treat all moments and all people as friends

In the cherry blossom’s shade
there’s no such thing
as a stranger

Kobayashi Issa, 1763 – 1828

A doorway into thanks

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It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try

to make them elaborate, this isn’t

a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which

another voice may speak.

Mary Oliver, Praying

photo tango paso

Why a walk in nature helps

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Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner, Lost

Asking for nothing

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God, I said. What good is language?

part of me wondered, but I did not stop.

God I said, from deep inside of me.

Outside it was almost dawn:

the birds awake in all the trees, singing.

These were not the words I had grown up to say:

My mind quiet before the growing sounds.

The birds have opened all their throats once and then again and again:

God, each one singing, asking for nothing, inside my heart.

Nadia Colburn, Where the Light Enters

photo mike prince

Sunday Quote: Changing our mindset

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Nature does not hurry,

yet everything is accomplished.

 Lao Tzu