I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…
William Wordsworth
From The World of Wonder
by Thomas Berry
What do you see when you look up at the sky at night, at the blazing stars against the midnight heavens? What do you see when the dawn breaks over the eastern horizon? What are your thoughts in the fading days of summer as the birds depart on their southward journey, or in the autumn when the leaves turn brown and are blown away? What are your thoughts when you look out over the ocean in the evening? What do you see?
Welcome the Springing!
I must have flowers, always, and always.
Claude Monet
New York City’s beloved owl dies.
From Snowy Night
by Mary Oliver
Last night, an owl
in the blue dark
tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away,
I happened
to be standing.
Thank you for gracing us with your presence.
Thank you for making our corner of the world more beautiful.
xo Favorite World Press
“In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees…”
Mary Oliver
May the music of nature
bring joy to your heart
this holiday season.
Whatever you celebrate,
however you celebrate,
wishing you peace.
xo Favorite World Press
From The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower…
Mary Oliver
Remain in light.
Happy Summer Solstice
If the sight of the blue skies
fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass
springing up in the fields
has power to move you,
if the simple things of nature
have a message
that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Elenora Duse
Rejoice.
Reimagine.
Restore.
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