Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
George MacdonaldRead
The feel of a canoe gunnel at the thigh, the splash of flying spray in the face, the rhythm of the snowshoe trail, the beckoning of far-off hills and valleys, the majesty of the tempest, the calm and silent presence of the trees that seem to muse and ponder in their silence; the trust and confidence of small living creatures, the company of simple men; these have been my inspiration and my guide. Without them I am nothing.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep connection to nature as a source of inspiration and guidance in life.
In this quote, Grey Owl reflects on the profound impact that nature and its elements have had on his life. He describes various experiences, from the feel of a canoe gunnel to the presence of trees, emphasizing that these moments and connections with the natural world have shaped his identity and purpose. Without this relationship with nature, he feels he would lack meaning and direction.
In practice
This quote can inspire a discussion on the importance of nature in our lives during a community meeting.
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse.
The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation.
We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.
butterflies were wind energy made visible.
Four hundred year old trees, who draw aliveness from the earth like smoke from the heart of God, we come, not knowing you will hush our little want to be big; we come, not knowing that all the work is so much busyness of mind; all the worry, so much busyness of heart. As the sun warms anything near, being warms everything still and the great still things that outlast us make us crack like leaves of laurel releasing a fragrance that has always been.
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