"Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life."--John Muir
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Like a Spark Dropped From the Sun
"It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun."--Henry Ward Beecher
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The Stream of Life
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment."--Sir Rabindranath Tagore
Monday, June 23, 2008
Welcome the Company of Trees
"If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees."--Hal Borland
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
We Need Silence
"See how nature--trees, flowers, grass--grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...we need silence to be able to touch souls."--Mother Teresa
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Minds Well Prepared
"The seeds of great discoveries are constantly floating around us, but they only take root in minds well prepared to receive them."--Joseph Henry
Monday, June 16, 2008
All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude
"All finite things reveal infinitude:
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow,
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope,
A scene beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree:
The pure serene of memory of one man,--
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world."--Theodore Roethke
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow,
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope,
A scene beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree:
The pure serene of memory of one man,--
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world."--Theodore Roethke
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Standing In One's Own Sunshine
"Most of the shadows in this life are caused by standing in one’s own sunshine."--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Birds of the Same Nest
"We are the birds of the same nest,
We may wear different skins,
We may speak different languages,
We may believe in different religions,
We may belong to different cultures,
Yet we share the same home - OUR EARTH.
Born on the same planet
Covered by the same skies
Gazing at the same stars
Breathing the same air
We must learn to happily progress together
Or miserably perish together,
For man can live individually,
We may wear different skins,
We may speak different languages,
We may believe in different religions,
We may belong to different cultures,
Yet we share the same home - OUR EARTH.
Born on the same planet
Covered by the same skies
Gazing at the same stars
Breathing the same air
We must learn to happily progress together
Or miserably perish together,
For man can live individually,
But can survive only collectively."--Atharva Veda
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Ideals Are Like Stars
"Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in reaching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny."--Carl Schurz
Monday, June 2, 2008
The Healing Shadow of the Woods
"I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup."--Wendell Berry
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