It is quite a day. I was up and out with the stars and watched the sky turn pink, then, blue, and now, it seems to be resting in a soft, gentle haze.
My mind has gone all over the place this morning, but in the moment I am with John Muir.
| John Muir:|
"I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found."
"Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the log cock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains."
|Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.|