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Those
who understand nature
walk with God.
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There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in
the migration of the birds,
the ebb and flow of the tides, the
folded bud ready for the spring.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated
refrains of nature—
the assurance that dawn comes after night,
and spring after the winter.
Rachel Carson
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Go outside, to the fields, enjoy nature and the
sunshine,
go out and try to recapture happiness in yourself and in
God.
Think of all the
beauty that’s still left in and around you and be happy!
Anne Frank
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Nature has given to each
conscious being every
power she possesses,
and
one of these abilities is
this:
just as Nature
converts and
alters every
obstacle and
opposition,
and fits them into their
predestined place, making
them a part of herself,
so too the
rational person
is able to
finesse every
obstacle into an
opportunity, and to use
it for
whatever purpose
it may suit.
Marcus Aurelius
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Nature
always takes her time. Great oaks don't become great
overnight. They also lose a lot of leaves, branches,
and bark in the process of becoming great.
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Nature
gives to every time and season some beauties of its own;
and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the
grave, is a succession of changes so gentle and easy we
can scarcely mark their progress.
Charles
Dickens |
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I loved the
rain as a child. I loved the sound of it
on the leaves of
trees and roofs and window panes and
umbrellas and the feel of it
on my face and bare legs.
I loved the hiss of rubber tires
on rainy streets and
the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I
loved the smell
of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of
dogs.
A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that
no
other kind of day was--a day when the ordinariness of things
was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of
pearl and
dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected
light and even
people transformed somehow as the rain drew
them closer by giving
them something to think about together,
to take common shelter
from, to complain of and joke about
in ways that made them more
like friends than it seemed to me
they were on ordinary sunny
days. But more than anything,
I think, I loved rain for the
power it had to make indoors
seem snugger and safer and a place to
find refuge in from
everything outdoors that was un-home,
unsafe. I loved rain
for making home seem home more deeply.
Frederick
Buechner
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There
is no trifling with nature; it is always true,
dignified, and just; it is always in the right, and the
faults and errors belong to us. Nature defies
incompetence, but reveals its secrets to the
competent, the truthful, and the pure.
Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe
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Nature's
intent is neither food, nor drink, nor clothing, nor comfort,
nor anything else in which God is left out. Whether you like
it or not,
whether you know it or not, secretly nature seeks, hunts, tries to
ferret out the track on which God may be found.
Meister
Eckhart
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time in a flower garden. Stay there as long as you
wish, but make sure your visit is long enough to take in
the various charms that the world of blossoms and petals
provides. You can sit in a chair or on the grass,
lie down looking up at the flowers from below, or walk
around. However you choose to spend your time, be
aware that you are a guest in someone else's
home--nature's--so act accordingly.
If the
day is warm and sunny, savor the rays and imagine how the
flowers must feel at this very moment. Look closely
at the variety of blooms, at the different shapes and
colors, at the way the individual blossoms grow out of
their leafy sheaths. Now use your sense of smell to
take in the stunning array of fragrance, all of which can
be divinely overpowering.
Keep an
eye out for the various animal life that also lives in the
garden, the birds and squirrels, the insects that fly, the
ones that crawl. Notice how intently they go about
their business, how they move from place to place trying
not to notice you but in fact finding that task
difficult. Close your eyes and listen to the sounds
of the garden, the chirping and humming, and the movement
of the stems and leaves in the mild breeze.
Now see
if you can transcend your individual senses and feel the
presence of the garden inside you. Try to become
just another flower, at home in the garden as if you were
in your own house or place of worship.
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Believe
one who has tried, you shall find a fuller satisfaction
in the woods than in the books. The trees and the rocks will
teach you that which you cannot hear from the masters.
St. Bernard
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are shown that our life exists with the tree life, that
our well-being depends on the well-being of the vegetable
life, that we are close relatives of the four-legged
beings. In our ways, spiritual consciousness is the
highest form of politics. . . . We believe that all living
things are spiritual beings. Spirits can be
expressed as energy forms manifested in matter. A
blade of grass is an energy form manifested in
matter--grass matter. The spirit of the grass is
that unseen force which produces the species of grass, and
it is manifested to us in the form of real grass.
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have today to learn to get back into accord with the
wisdom of nature and realize again our kinship with the
animals and the water and the sea. To say that the
divinity informs all things is condemned as
pantheism. But pantheism is a misleading word.
It suggests that a personal god is supposed to inhabit the
world, but that is not the idea at all. The idea is
of an indefinable, inconceivable mystery, thought of as
power, that is the source and end and supporting ground of
all life and being.
Joseph
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With nature's help, humankind can set into creation
all that
is necessary and life sustaining. Everything in nature, the
sum
total of heaven and of earth, becomes a temple
and an altar for the service of God.
Hildegard of Bingen |
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All
things in nature work silently. They come into being and
possess nothing.
They fulfill their function and make no claim. All things
alike do their work,
and then we see them subside. When they have reached their
bloom,
each returns to its origin. . . . This reversion is an eternal
law.
To know that law is wisdom.
Lao-Tzu |
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Nature
is school-mistress, the soul the pupil;
and whatever one has taught or the other learned
has come from God--the Teacher of the teacher.
Tertullian |
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Creation
was given to people as a clean window through which
the light of God could shine into people’s souls.
Sun and moon,
night and day, rain, sea, the crops, the flowering tree, all these
things were transparent.
They spoke to people not of themselves
but only of Him who made them.
Nature was symbolic.
But the
progressive degradation of humans led them further and further
from this truth.
Nature became opaque.
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I have had more than half a century of such
happiness.
A great deal of worry and sorrow, too, but never
a worry or a sorrow that was not offset by a purple iris,
a lark, a bluebird, or a dewy morning glory.
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There
is no quiet place in [your] cities, no place to hear
the leaves of spring or the rustle of insects’ wings. . . .
The Indians prefer the soft sound of the wind darting over
the
face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a
midday
rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the
Indian, for all things share the same breath—the animals,
the trees, the human.
Like a person who has been dying
many days, a person in your city is numb to the stench.
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God, we thank you for this
earth, our homes; for the wide sky and
the blessed sun, for the salt sea and the running water, for the
everlasting
hills and the never resting winds, for trees and the common grass
underfoot.
We thank you for our senses by which we hear the songs of birds,
and see
the splendor of the summer fields, and taste of the autumn fruits,
and rejoice
in the feel of the snow, and smell the breath of the spring.
Grant us a heart
wide open to all this beauty; and save our souls from being so
blind that we
pass unseeing when even the common thorn bush is aflame with your
glory.
Walter Rauschenbusch |
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Contemplate
the workings of this world. Study how water flows
in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks.
Everything--even mountains, rivers, plants and trees--should be
your teacher.
Morihei
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There's
nothing like a walk in the forest to clear my mind and get
my spirit to calm down and slow down. Any time I get
away from the mass of people and find a quiet, solitary
spot in nature, be it in the middle of the desert, in the
forest, on a beach, or even along a lonely country road, I
feel myself being refreshed, revived, renewed. It's
a wonderful feeling that I don't search out nearly enough.
tom
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When
we enter the landscape to learn something, we are obligated, I
think,
to pay attention rather than constantly to pose questions.
To approach the land
as we would a person, by opening an intelligent
conversation. And to stay
in one place, to make of that one, long observation a fully
dilated experience.
We will always be rewarded if we give the land credit for more
than we imagine,
and if we imagine it as being more complex even than
language. In these ways
we begin, I think, to find a home, to sense how to fit a place.
Barry
Lopez |
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When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron
feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry |
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Dear
God, we give thanks for places of simplicity and peace. Let
us
find such a place within ourselves. We give thanks for
places of refuge
and beauty. Let us find such a place within ourselves.
We give thanks
for places of nature's truth and freedom, of joy, inspiration and
renewal,
places where all creatures may find acceptance and
belonging. Let us
search for these places: in the world, in ourselves and in
others. Let us
restore them. Let us strengthen and protect them and let us
create them.
May we mend this outer world according to the truth
of our inner life
and may our souls be shaped and nourished by nature's eternal
wisdom.
Amen.
Leunig |
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For the Infinite has sowed his name in the
heavens in burning stars,
but on the earth he has sowed his name in tender flowers.
Jean Paul Richter |
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We
need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it.
We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there.
Edward
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