|Photo by Carol King|
“ I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown. For in going out, I found I was really going in.” (John Muir)
As we all “ Go In “ our own ways and harvest each our labors of the seasons, I look for signs that connect me back to nature. For no greater gift is there for our health and happiness.
“ The richness I achieve comes form nature, The source of my inspiration.“(Claude Monet)
Finding inspiration in the changing of the season is in finding the poems left us without words. Gifted to us by the Creator in the color and textures only found in nature. It lifts our spirits, our hearts and through our senses and in our mind we find solace within. I call it the art of looking.
“ The poetry of earth is never dead.” (John Keats)
To learn of ourselves from the silence of a wilderness we achieve more knowledge of nature and self than by any spoken or written words. Take the time to find your own wilderness and embrace the teaching in its silence....