It is
only when we are aware of the earth
and of the earth as poetry
that we truly live.
- Henry Beston, 1935, Herbs and the Earth (Glacier national Park)
- Henry Beston, 1935, Herbs and the Earth (Glacier national Park)
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever
knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can
learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they
preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. " -
Hermann Hesse (Lewis County, Kentucky)
The
love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond
reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth
which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know,
the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see ...
No, wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit,
as vital to our lives as water and good bread. -
Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire (Camp Joy, Ohio)
So
will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(Springrove Cemetary and Arboretum, Cincinnati, Ohio)
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(Springrove Cemetary and Arboretum, Cincinnati, Ohio)
"So, friends, every day do something that won't compute...Give your approval to all you cannot understand...Ask the questions that have no answers. Put your faith in two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years...Laugh. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts....Practice resurrection.”-- Wendell Berry (Shabo Mekaw)
“When it’s over, I want to say: All my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms." --Mary Oliver (Taylor Mill, Kentucky)
“The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.”-- Wendell Berry
(Glacier National Park)
(James River, Richmond, Virginia)
“Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?"
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross
Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?”
-- Mary Oliver
ooooh thanks for the little piece of heaven right here on earth...it was like a short, sweet vacation. Beautiful quotes and wonderful captures!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you enjoyed it, Cynnie!
ReplyDeleteoh, absolute gorgeosity... words and image, what a beauty break... glad to see you back!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cat; sometimes beauty is just what we need, isn't it?
ReplyDeletelove... thanks :)
ReplyDeleteAn astounding set of images and words! I see you are filling up your creative tank!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you like it, Deb!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Teri, my creative tank really does need filling. Love the metaphor!
... a bride married to amazement. That's how I feel when I walk the woods. Gorgeous photos, really stunning.
ReplyDeleteGene- Thanks for visiting; I'm really glad you enjoyed them. She does have a way with words, doesn't she? I have that same feeling.
ReplyDeleteSeveral of these poems are favs of mine...Wendell and Mary are divine.
ReplyDeleteAnd as always your images are so exquisite.
Donna, you can never go wrong with Wendell or Mary, you know? Thanks for visiting, my sweet friend!
ReplyDeleteNo one makes art as good as Mother Nature does. All we human artists can do is pay hommage to her with our feeble imitations and praises in pictures and words, textures and music. We can be inspired or just respire in the simple magnificence of the natural world. (And all this from a city girl).
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and images! The first image takes my breath away.
ReplyDeleteLynne, you're so right. And you don't sound at all like a city girl.
ReplyDelete"All art is but imitation of nature." Seneca
Thanks, Robyn. That image was taken in the Rocky Mountains at Glacier National park- probably the most beautiful place I've ever seen.
Thanks Sharmon for this delicious gift for the eyes and mind, I loved!
ReplyDeleteElena- so glad you liked them!
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