A Pause For Beauty
A tree retains a deep serenity.
If I knew all there is to know about a golden arctic poppy growing on a rocky ledge in the Far North, I would know the whole story of evolution and creation.
- Sigurd F. Olson, The Singing Wilderness
Consider the life of trees.
Aside from the axe, what trees acquire from man is inconsiderable.
What man may acquire from trees is immeasurable.
From their mute forms there flows a poise, in silence,
a lovely sound and motion in response to wind.
What peace comes to those aware of the voice and bearing of trees!
Trees do not scream for attention.
A tree, a rock, has no pretense, only a real growth out of itself, in close communion with the universal spirit.
A tree retains a deep serenity.
It establishes in the earth not only its root system but also
those roots of its beauty and its unknown consciousness.
Sometimes one may sense a glisten of that consciousness, and with such perspective, feel that man is not necessarily the highest form of life.
- Cedric Wright, Words Of The Earth
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The directory of all chapters (early drafts) here:
The Gentle Arts Of Living A Quality Life On Your Own Terms.
There will be many revisions prior to publication, projected for November.
Heron Dance:
Creating A Life Worth Living
(What I’ve Learned)
It starts with gratitude. A Pause For Beauty, our daily e-journal, is an expression of gratitude for the beauty and mystery of life, of wild nature.
Make a unique contribution to others’ lives based on what makes you unique: your unique skills, experience and dreams. Your song within. We need that from you.
Be generous. Share. Your first question, “How do I best serve others?” not “What’s in it for me?”
Work. Have persistence. Don’t give up. Expect the world to be indifferent at first.
It ends just as it started: with and expression of gratitude.
“Thank you for being a part of my journey, for spreading the word, for supporting my work.”
Gratitude, love, harmony, beauty are the positive energies of the universe. Serve them and have faith.
Faith is always an adventure. . .