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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Others thoughts on giants...

  A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship.  But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.  Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.  No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.  ~John Muir

  It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.  ~Robert Louis Stevenson

 The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way.  ~William Blake

 Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.  ~Cree Indian Proverb

1 comment:

farmlady said...

I understand Robert Louis Stevenson's...
"that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees,..." I think it's the tree's voice. Have you ever put both hands on an old tree? It speaks of life, death and storms that leave us battered but standing stronger for the effort we make.
The Cree proverb is so true. Thanks for a lovely inspiring post and really beautiful photos.