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Rain and music

Morning dark and dreary.

When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it’s more like a whole symphony orchestra.

~ Laura Erickson, The Bird Watching Answer Book

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

~ Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion

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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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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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