Our bodies remember that we lived in trees and forests. We need to crawl and climb and run if we are to develop our intellectual, emotional and spiritual capacities. We did not emerge from an austere iceberg of a distant planet, but in the particularities of this Earth and its forests. When we wander through the mountains climbing and running, our bodies remember these deep patterns of behavior intrinsically tied to all we are.”
~Brian Swimme, The Universe is a Green Dragon
Wise Old Oak
” Ever since we arrived on this planet as a species, we’ve cut them down, dug them up, burnt them and poisoned them. Today we’re doing so on a greater scale than ever.
We destroy trees at our peril. Neither we nor any other animal can survive without them. “
~Sir David Attenborough
“Place your hands into soil to feel grounded. Wade into water to feel emotionally healed. Fill your lungs with fresh air to feel mentally clear. Raise your face to the heat of the sun and connect with that fire to feel your own immense power.”
~ Victoria Erickson
Mary’s entire poem:
When I am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
Green God of Soil, Root and Fern
Our ancestors said to their mother Earth: ‘We are yours’.
Modern Humanity said to Nature, ‘You are mine’.
The Green Man has returned as the living face of the whole earth so that through his mouth we may say to the universe: ‘We are one’.
~ Sharon Brubaker
Aspens in Fall by Henry Percy
The same stream of life
that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into
tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life
and my joy is from the life-throb of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
‘It is imperative to maintain portions of the wilderness untouched
so that a tree will rot where it falls,
a waterfall will pour its curve without generating electricity,
a trumpeter swan may float on uncontaminated water
– and moderns may at least see what their ancestors knew
in their nerves and blood.’
~Bernand De Voto