I posted a bit of sea therapy a week or so ago, but those who know me know my heart resides in the mountains with a river running through it. While the sea soothes my soul, the joy can’t compete with those of trees. I seem to breathe them in from roots to sky. While the energy from the sea is strong and vast, the energy of the trees is grounded yet unlimited. Perhaps, I’ll just always be a country girl or a hippie-wanna-be; at any rate, enjoy the photos and quotes.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, 1913
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! ~John Muir
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.” ― Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/ Gift Of A Poet
Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other’s company. Only a few love to be alone. ~Jens Jensen, Siftings, 1939
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.” ~Kathleen Raine, Envoi
We all travel the milky way together, trees and men… trees are travellers, in the ordinary sense. They make journeys, not very extensive ones, it is true: but our own little comes and goes are only little more than tree-wavings – many of them not so much. ~John Muir, Scribner’s Monthly, November 1878
Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. ~Abraham Lincoln
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.