Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
Henry BestonRead
Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.
Interpretation
Nature rejuvenates and fills even the most neglected areas with life and energy.
This quote by Henry Beston emphasizes the relentless and transformative power of nature. It illustrates how nature can bring vitality and renewal to forgotten or neglected places, symbolizing a broader theme of life's resilience and the interconnectedness of all living things. The imagery of nature 'pouring life' suggests a nurturing force that uplifts and revives, turning lifeless spaces into vibrant ecosystems.
In practice
A speaker at a conservation event could use this quote to highlight the importance of protecting natural habitats.
Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something it never has and never will be able to manufacture.
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.
When the Pleiades and the wind in the grass are no longer a part of the human spirit, a part of very flesh and bone, man becomes, as it were, a kind of cosmic outlaw, having neither the completeness nor integrity of the animal nor the birthright of a true humanity.
Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens, you have made them bright, precious and fair.
There is a way of beholding nature which is a form of prayer, a way of minding something with such clarity and aliveness that the rest of the world recedes. It . . . gives the brain a small vacation.
We are beginning to learn that each animal has a life and a place and a role in this world. If we place compassion and care in the middle of all our dealings with the animal world and honor and respect their lives, our attitudes will change.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
The more our world functions like the natural world, the more likely we are to endure on this home that is ours, but not ours alone.
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