Your deepest roots are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live, or what kind of life you lead, you remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation.
~ Charles Cook
Salmon Cascades, photo by TAO Photography, used with permission
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Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.
~ Terence McKenna
Big Sur Coast, Photo by Don Smith Photography, used with permission
Watch any plant or animal and let it teach you acceptance of what is, surrender to the Now. Let it teach you Being. Let it teach you integrity – which means to be one, to be yourself, to be real. Let it teach you how to live and how to die, and how not to make living and dying into a problem.
~ Eckhart Tolle
Pinnacles National Park, photo by Don Smith Photography, used with permission
We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Yosemite – photo by Gary Hart Photography, used with permission
When your inner eyes open, you can
find immense beauty hidden within the
inconsequential details of daily life.
When your inner ears open, you can hear
the subtle, lovely music of the universe
everywhere you go.
~ Timothy Ray Miller
Winter Sunset, Garrapata State Beach, Big Sur Coast – photo by Don Smith Photography, used with permission
A mystic sees beyond the illusion of separateness into the intricate web of life in which all things are expressions of a single Whole. You can call this web “God, the Tao, the Great Spirit, the Infinite Mystery, Mother or Father,” but it can be known only as love.
~ Joan Borysenko
Eddy in Bear Creek, Pinnacles National Park – photo by Don Smith Photography, used with permission
Viewed from the distance of the moon, the astonishing thing about the earth, catching the breath, is that it is alive. The photographs show the dry, pounded surface of the moon in the foreground, dry as an old bone. Aloft, floating free beneath the moist, gleaming, membrane of bright blue sky, is the rising earth, the only exuberant thing in this part of the cosmos. If you could look long enough, you would see the swirling of the great drifts of white cloud, covering and uncovering the half-hidden masses of land. If you had been looking for a very long, geologic time, you could have seen the continents themselves in motion, drifting apart on their crustal plates, held afloat by the fire beneath. It has the organized, self-contained look of a live creature, full of information, marvelously skilled in handling the sun.
~ Lewis Thomas
Tipsoo Lake, photo by KR Backwoods Photography, used with permission
And, finally, from In Praise of the Earth:
Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.
Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.
That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who choses us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.
~ John O’Donohue
Photo by Zastrozzi Dh Photography, used with permission
Continuing with O’Donohue’s “In Praise of the Earth”:
Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.
The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.
The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.
The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness…
~ John O’Donohue
Portland Japanese Garden, photo by KR Backwoods Photography, used with permission
The following is from a very long poem by John O’Donohue called “In Praise of the Earth”. We’d like to offer it in parts, beginning with:
Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.
And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.
When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.
Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies…
~ John O’Donohue
Keyhole Arch – photo by Don Smith Photograpy, used with permission