I Spell It Nature

Below are some words I needed to hear this morning. Perhaps some of these words will speak to you as well. I found most of them in my well-thumbed copy of Diane Durston's Wabi Sabi: The Art of Everyday Life.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. —e.e. cummings

Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you'll find it there. —Robb Sagendorph

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

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. —Ron Larson.

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness. —John Muir.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. —William Shakespeare.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. —Hal Borland.

To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible. —Marie E. Eschenbach

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. —Frank Lloyd Wright

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. —Emily Dickinson

I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive. —Joseph Campbell

The poetry of the earth is never dead. —John Keats

And at last...

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem. —Kahlil Gibran