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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience

"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."

What it is It is madness says reason It is what it is says love It is unhappiness says caution It is nothing but pain says fear It has no future says insight It is what it is says love It is ridiculous says pride It is foolish says caution It is impossible says experience It is what it is says love.

Erich Fried

“Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.” 

Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There's a stillness about them, a sort of reverence.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

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You must see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.

Hayao Miyazaki

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Let sleeping wolves lie

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

William Shakespeare

If the human race is to survive, then we must respect the rights of other species to survive. Sharing bedroom space with a wolf is not practical but sharing wilderness space is. We must therefore, restrict human activity in spaces where threatened or endangered species live. We must stay out of their bedroom. Set aside some wild spaces while they yet exist. Closing the wild spaces after all of the wild things are gone will not work.

I was born in the middle of a storm You won't find me under the sun My feet are chaos I belong to the wild things

Welcome December!

Bears keep me humble. They help me to keep the world in perspective and to understand where I fit on the spectrum of life. We need to preserve the wilderness and its monarchs for ourselves, and for the dreams of children. We should fight for these things as if our life depended upon it, because it does.

Learn character from trees, values from roots, and change from leaves.

Tasneem Hameed

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

There’s some good on this world - and it’s worth fighting for.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents. This is what has been called the dialect of moss on stone - an interface of immensity and minute ness, of past and present, softness and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yang.

“Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles." "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

The wild is where you find it, not in some distant world relegated to a nostalgic past or an idealized future; its presence is not black or white, bad or good, corrupted or innocent... We are of that nature, not apart from it. We survive because of it, not instead of it.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular trees, individual rather than of their species.

Charles de Lint, The Onion Girl

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you 

It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

Birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers