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 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.
Poem: Chief Dan George
Photo: Nairn Beach, Scotland by moi
“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.”
D. H. Lawrence
“I have come to terms with the future.
From this day onward
I will walk easy on the earth.
Plant trees. Kill no living things.
Live in harmony with all creatures.
I will restore the earth where I am.
Use no more of its resources than I need.
listen to what it is telling me.”
M. J. Slim Hooey