Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.
Gary PaulsenRead
This beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath.
Interpretation
This quote captures the beauty and exhilaration of experiencing nature, particularly in the context of sailing.
Gary Paulsen reflects on a powerful moment of connection with nature, describing the euphoric feeling of sailing when the sail fills for the first time. This experience evokes a sense of beauty and control that takes his breath away, symbolizing the joy and vitality that nature can inspire in us.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a sailing event to inspire participants about the joys of being on the water.
Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.
Words are alive--when I've found a story that I love, I read it again and again, like playing a favorite song over and over. Reading isn't passive--I enter the story with the characters, breathe their air, feel their frustrations, scream at them to stop when they're about to do something stupid, cry with them, laugh with them. Reading for me, is spending time with a friend. A book is a friend. You can never have too many.
You're never the same after you run the Iditarod, and I still lust to go out and run with dogs, even though I know that I shouldn't. But I'd give just about anything to be able to do it again. To see the horizon again from the back of a dog team would be wonderful.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation.
The wooing of the Earth thus implies much more than converting the wilderness into humanized environments. It means also preserving natural environments in which to experience mysteries transcending daily life and from which to recapture, in a Proustian kind of remembrance, the awareness of the cosmic forces that have shaped humankind.
I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
Every blade of grass, every insect, ant, and golden bee, all so amazingly know their path, though they have not intelligence, they bear witness to the mystery of God and continually accomplish it themselves.
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