leaves wings and other such things

leaves

the forest or the trees

guardian_treeMouse 
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story. 
—Linda Hogan

because we cannot see the forest or the trees . . .

monday morning trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . . so who are we that we should care so little about these nurturing trees?

how much more a part of our lives do they need to be?

humanRoots_treetops

 

 

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in the wind

detail of wind blown hair

the wind brushes against my body & i am aware.

 
the wind brings the smell of water, the ivy, the trees, the dirt.

in it i can hear the birds, the leaves, the dogs barking in the distance.

it is cool. it is forceful. it is soft.

it is not petty or false.

if you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
     Khalil Gibran

woman brushed by wind brings the sense of the leaves, blossoms, & trees

 

trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going & coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, & through space heaven knows how fast and far!
  John Muir

 

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riding the wave

Land and water are not really separate things,
but they are separate words, & we perceive through words.

—David Rains Wallace, The Untamed Garden and Other Personal Essays

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woman's face in wind blown leaves

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woman riding the waves on a fish with leaf filled fins

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Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
—Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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caterpillar wisdom

mature caterpillar imparting wisdom to young


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i have been working in the yard & it would seem that i am sharing this small piece of nature with all the little creatures living there. if i listen closely, perhaps i will hear them chatting.
i wonder if they say—

To resist the influence of others knowledge of oneself is most important.
—Teal’c

an older caterpillar imparting wisom—detail

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summer

spring brings such beauty to summer. browns, greens, crimsoms, & blue, emerge.
all the creatures move about & live in it. so much rich color—so much inspiration.
girl wearing the beauty of spring in the summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   The oriole sings in the greening grove

As if he were half-way waiting,

The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,

Timid and hesitating.

The rain comes down in a torrent sweep 

And the nights smell warm and piney,

The garden thrives, but the tender shoots

Are yellow-green and tiny.

Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,

Streams laugh that erst were quiet,

The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue

And the woods run mad with riot.

 —Paul Laurence Dunbar, Summer in the South

pink tree blossoms against a blue skyred flowers against blue sky

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