Until you dig a hole, you plant a tree, you water it and make it survive, you haven’t done a thing. You are just talking.
~ Wangari Maathai
Cedar Tree Base – photo by Northsound Gallery
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Nothing is ever at rest wood, iron, water, everything is alive, everything is raging, whirling, whizzing, day and night and night and day, nothing is dead, there is no such thing as death, everything is full of bristling life, tremendous life, even the bones of the crusader that perished before Jerusalem eight centuries ago.
~ Mark Twain, Three Thousand Years Among the Microbes
Milky Way and Mt. Baker – photo by Mirwais Azami Photography used with permission
A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive.
~Albert Einstein
photo by Lars van de Goor, used with permission
Everyone you meet in your life – even total strangers – is already intimately connected to you. The idea that we are all separate and distinct beings is nothing but an illusion. We are all parts of a larger whole, like individual cells in a body.
~ Steve Pavlina
Photo by TAO Photography, used with permission
There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled, which leads to an unknown, secret place. The old people came literally to love the soil, and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. Their teepees were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing, and healing.
~ Luther Standing Bear
Photo by Heubi
Every living being is connected intimately, and from this intimacy follows the capacity of identification and as its natural consequences, practice of non-violence… Now is the time to share with all life on our maltreated earth through the deepening identification with life forms and the greater units, the ecosystems, and Gaia, the fabulous, old planet of ours.
~ Arne Naess
Sunrise, Horsetail Falls, Yosemite – photo by Gary Hart Photography, used with permission
It is through the heart that a real connection is made, even if we first make it in our feet or hands. Do we really feel our self as a part of this beautiful and suffering planet, do we sense its need? Then this connection comes alive, a living stream that flows from our heart as it embraces all of life. Then every step, every touch, will be a prayer for the Earth, a remembrance of what is sacred.”
~ Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Rimrock Lake – photo by KR Backwoods Photography – used with permission
May the sun bring you new energy by day,
May the moon softly restore you by night,
May the rain wash away your worries,
May the breeze blow new strength into your being,
May you walk gently through the world
And know its beauty all the days of your life.
~ Apache blessing
Julie Pfeiffer Burns State Park, photo by Gary Hart Photography, used with permission
It is as if a raindrop fell from heaven into a stream or fountain and became one with the water in it so that never again can the raindrop be separated from the water of the stream; or as if a little brook ran into the sea and there was thenceforward no means of distinguishing its water from the ocean; or as if a brilliant light came into a room through two windows and though it comes in divided between them, it forms a single light inside.
~ St. Teresa of Avila
Russian Gulch State Park, photo by Gary Hart Photography, used with permission
I do not see a delegation of the Four-Footed.
I see no seat for the Eagles.
We forget and we consider ourselves superior.
But we are, after all, a mere part of Creation and
We must consider to understand where we are.
we stand somewhere between the mountain and the ant,
As part and parcel of the Creation.
~ Chief Oren Lyons, Onondaga
Eclipse of the Moon, Carnationa, WA – photo by Mirwais Azami Photography, used with permission
I don’t think there is a way for those who work in service to the earth – for environmentalists, ecologists – to really woo our culture back into a reciprocal or sustainable relation with the land until we draw folks back to our senses, because our sensing bodies are our direct contact with the rest of the natural world. It is not by being abstract intellects that we are going to fall in love again with the rest of nature. It’s by beginning to honor and value our direct sensory experience: the tastes and smells in the air, the feel of the wind as it caresses the skin, the feel of the ground under our feet as we walk upon it.
~ David Abram in an interview with Scott London
Whatcom Falls, WA – photo by Mirwais Azami Photography, used with permission
If we recognize the sacred and embrace it within all of life, we will find that life will speak to us as it spoke to our ancestors. It will remind us of how to live in harmony with creation, and how to restore the balance that is intrinsic to life. The sacred is a quality of spirit in which all is one. The remembrance of the sacred is a key that can awaken our consciousness to the oneness to which we belong.
~ Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Double Rainbow, Yosemite Valley – photo by Gary Hart Photography, used with permission
…When we hear the morning chorus of birds, we may sense that deeper joy of life and awake to its divine nature; at night the stars can remind us of what is infinite and eternal within us and within the world. Watching the simple wonder of a dawn or a sunset can be an offering in itself. Whatever way we are drawn to wonder, to recognize the sacred, what matters is always the attitude we bring to this intimate exchange.
~ Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Sunrise on Mount Baker – photo by Marcel Pepin Photography, used with permission