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Henry David Thoreau

"I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks—who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering: I myself think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend several hours a day at least walking through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements. When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them—as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to walk upon—I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago.

I, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust, and when sometimes I have stolen forth for a walk at the eleventh hour, or four o'clock in the afternoon, too late to redeem the day, when the shades of night were already beginning to be mingled with the daylight, have felt as if I had committed some sin to be atoned for--I confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, aye, and years almost together.

Living much out of doors, in the sun and wind, will no doubt produce a certain roughness of character--will cause a thicker cuticle to grow over some of the finer qualities of our nature, as on the face and hands, or as severe manual labor robs the hands of some of their delicacy of touch. So staying in the house, on the other hand, may produce a softness and smoothness, not to say thinness of skin, accompanied by an increased sensibility to certain impressions. Perhaps we should be more susceptible to some influences important to our intellectual and moral growth, if the sun had shone and the wind blown on us a little less; and no doubt it is a nice matter to proportion rightly the thick and thin skin. But methinks that is a scurf that will fall off fast enough--that the natural remedy is to be found in the proportion which the night bears to the day, the winter to the summer, thought to experience. There will be so much the more air and sunshine in our thoughts. The callous palms of the laborer are conversant with finer tissues of self-respect and heroism, whose touch thrills the heart, than the languid fingers of idleness. That is mere sentimentality that lies abed by day and thinks itself white, far from the tan and callus of experience."
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
--Robert Frost
It's amazing how God's creation shows His attributes so clearly...
Nature is so beautiful ... for example, the flowers with all their different shapes and colors -- all so perfect and symmetrical.
Or take trees, with their endless mazes of branches, and their leaves of all different sizes and shades of green.

And the sky!
With tiny cottage cheese clouds scattered throughout, the sun peeping from behind and making the edges glow. Or when it's nothing but the perfect shade of blue, blue everywhere.
And at sunset, when the sky gradually changes to outlandish shades of pink, orange and mauve. Then as night falls, the sky is sprinkled with all those glittering stars, like jewels on black velvet. And then the dew comes in the morning, sparkling on the flower petals just like the stars in the sky.
Just looking out my window...
I can see what a wonderful artist God is. He has made a creation more beautiful than the best artist could ever dream.

Dream Land
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you to a beautiful land
Where flowers cascade down from each tree
And velvety meadows stretch as far as you can see
Streams of pure water flow out of sight
They gleam and sparkle as they catch the light
Of the soft sunbeams that warm the gentle breeze
And touch upon dewy flowers kissed by the bees
In the distance a misty forest beckons you

The Trees
The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, The rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of salmon, the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away, they speak to me And my heart soars.

--Chief Dan George
Wherever you are is home
And the earth is paradise
Wherever you set your feet is holy land . . .
We don't live off it like a parasite.
We live in it, and it in you,
Or you don't survive.
And that is the only worship of God there is.
-- Pelletier and Poole
I thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;
And for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
e. e. cummings
Nature in Harmony
A sight to behold is nature in harmony often untold a sunset of chardonnay. A morning of blue hues and slithers of sunlight for god's creatures to muse as the changes from white light and morning glory unfold to display a life's best story.
That all that is pure and worthwhile has always been there for man to defile but alas! The evidence is clear... as creatures move through God's journey we must protect and nurture this delicate harmony. For the end is now crystal clear, nature in harmony needs to be here.
A. Schrodter