With an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
~ William Wordsworth
But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.
~ Gwyn Thomas
Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, “What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.” Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.
~ Vincent van Gogh
Ask yourself: How much time do you spend just observing your surroundings? Driving or navigating while walking on busy streets doesn’t count. And how much time do you spend with your eyes glued to some type of screen? Most of your impressions of the world are mediated. They have been altered by someone else, who wants you to see things in a certain way — and they are usually trying to influence us for their own reasons. As a society, we seem to passively accept and even embrace this troubling condition of the electronic age.
Poet Theodore Roethke writes: “I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.” I agree, and believe that the world itself is fascinating, deserving of our attention, and far more interesting than anything we might say about it — in any medium.
~ David Ulrich, Zen Camera: Creative Awakening with a Daily Practice in Photography
How, in our modern world, can we find our way to understand the earth as a gift again, to make our relations with the world sacred again?
~ Robin Wall Kimmerer
I must have flowers. Always and always.
~ Claude Monet
Learn to look up now and then, just in case a piano is falling from overhead.
~ Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
I learned…that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic, striving, but it comes to us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness.
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
~ Richard Bach