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Hiking on a mild winter day

Watching as morning arrives.

Religious naturalists bear an attitude of reverence toward the universe as a whole, and toward the earth in particular – and they are disposed to expressing their reverence by affirming that nature is both sacred and mysterious. Naturalists are keenly aware of the contingency of all life forms, and when this awareness is taken to heart it generates a sense of gratitude toward nature.

~ Loyal Rue

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Getting in touch

Coming together. (A double expose of two photos taken this morning, of the sunrise and the moonset.)

When timeless moments solicit you, accept the invitation. Go deep within it, until you find yourself in your absence.

~ Jean Klein

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A Monday meander: Place

Yesterday morning.

Words act as a compass.  Place speech serves literally to enchant the land; to sing it back into being and to sing one’s being back into it.

~ Robert Macfarlane

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The meaning of clouds

Sunrise this morning.

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea.  Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.

~ Paul Tillich

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