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The Bright Blessed Day

I see trees of green,  red roses too.  I see them bloom for me and you.   And I think to myself  what a wonderful world.  I see skies of blue  and clouds of white.  The bright blessed day,  the dark sacred night.  And I think to myself  what a wonderful world .   Louis Armstrong  Knowing trees,  I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass,  I can appreciate persistence. Hal Borland  Explore This Website

Reconnecting Life With Nature

Being inexhaustible, life and nature  are a constant stimulus  for a creative mind.  Hans Hofmann If you are missing out  on the natural joy  and wisdom of life,  it is because you have been taught  to ignore it.... Reconnecting with nature  consists of bringing into  your consciousness  a sensory way  of thinking and relating  with which you are born. Michael J. Cohen Explore This Website

Look Upon Verdure

To sit in the shade  on a fine day  and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment. Jane Austen Look at a tree ,  a flower , a plant.  Let your awareness rest upon it.  How still they are,  how deeply rooted in Being.  Allow nature to teach you stillness.  Echkart Tolle   Explore This Website

Earth's Loveliness

Don't strew me with roses  after I'm dead. When Death claims  the light of my brow, No flowers of life  will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now! Thomas F. Healey  My soul can find no staircase  to Heaven unless it be through  Earth's loveliness . Michelangelo Buonardo     The beauty of the world  has two edges,  one of laughter, one of anguish,  cutting the heart asunder.   Virginia Woolf Explore This Website  

Love of Natural Beauty

Where a love of natural beauty  has been cultivated,  all nature becomes  a stupendous gallery,  as much superior in form  and in coloring to the choicest collections of human art,  as the heavens are broader and loftier than the Louvre or the Vatican.  Horace Mann Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it,  and if I were a bird  I would fly about the earth  seeking the successive autumns.   George Eliot Explore This Website