Nature and Elements

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

The experience of drought and dust storms remains central to the psychology of the prairie west; more than the intermittent affluence of postwar decades, it tints a westerner’s outlook on life. He continues to live in next year country, where he smokes a pack of hope a day.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees / Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.

April hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.

If the stars should appear just one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore!

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

I love best to have each thing in its season, doing without it at all other times.

Butterflies count not months but moments, and yet have time enough.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

Cheerfulness, like spring, opens all the blossoms of the inward man.

Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend. When we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that’s present; love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure; the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth. Sarah Breathnach

This world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence ... a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.