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We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.
We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or read more
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no read more
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway."
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the read more
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky read more
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
