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
Do you think of them as decoration?
Here are maples, flashing.
And here are the oaks, holding on all winter
to their dry leaves.
And here are the pines, that will never fail,
until death, the instruction to be green.
And here are the willows, the first
to pronounce a new year.
May I invite you to revise your thoughts about them?
Oh, Lord, how we are all for invention and
But I think
it would do us good if we could think about
these brothers and sisters, quietly and deeply.
The trees, the trees, just holding on
to the old, holy ways.
~ Mary Oliver
To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.
~ Mark Nepo
Sometimes I think there are only two instructions we need to follow to develop and deepen our spiritual life: slow down and let go.
~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Whether we and our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.
~ Wendell Berry
The grace that is the health of creatures can only be held in common.
In healing the scattered members come together.
In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.
That’s the trouble with people. their root problem. Life runs alongside them, unseen. Right here, right next. Creating the soil. Cycling water. Trading in nutrients. Making weather. Building atmosphere Feeding and curing and sheltering more kinds of creatures than people know how to count.
… If your mind were only a slightly greener thing, we’d drown you in meaning.
~ when the trees speak in The Overstory by Richard Powers
On Tuesday, two flowers popped up out of the grass near the garden. On Wednesday, there was snow and freezing rain and no sign of the flowers (any flowers) anywhere.
If everything changes, if everything ends, then everything matters. Everything.
Everything is passing… Enjoy its momentariness.
Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope — a slight change, and all patterns alter.
~ Sharon Salzberg