I see wonders everywhere! From tiny stills in the forest, to the incomprehensible star majesty, these gifts surround us, asking nothing but our attention. Power, calm, wind, clouds, big trees, rocks, the creatures… so much – just so very much, to mesh with us and take in. In gratitude and with a long sweet breath, the day is embraced, the wonders absorbed…
“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
–Albert Einstein
-Albert Einstein
“The world is full of magic things,
patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
-W.B. Yeats
May your day and night be filled with wonder, miracles and magic!
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – See more at: http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=255#sthash.OmLEQKAd.dpuf
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – See more at: http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=255#sthash.OmLEQKAd.dpuf
I don’t talk about being a vegetarian very much – it’s my deal, for reasons I’ve thought long and hard about, and I don’t feel the need to judge or comment on other people’s choices.
Loving the animals and choosing not to eat them is an easy choice for me. The little guy on the video explains it better than I could…
“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.”
-Bashar? (many times attributed to Einstein, but from what I researched, most likely Bashar?)
I get lost in the concepts, connections and potentials of the Energy that makes up all of us – makes up everything – from our planet, to the animals, to the rocks and mountains. It is a mesmerizing subject that compels endless hours…
Einstein did say this,
“Matter is energy. Energy is Light. We are all Light Beings”.
-Albert Einstein
These are not touchy-feely statements – these are tenants of physics. The implications are empowering and staggering in the ways we can be here in the world as energy beings. We are energy, we are connected, we are powerful beyond measure in the creation of our life. Change your vibration and you change your world.
In this Spring Time of unfolding life, this energetic nature that we share with all the creatures and with our planet, seems more pronounced, closer to the surface, easier to feel and touch. Think good thoughts, feel your energy, touch your connections, direct your intentions. Be in love with life!
Life will love you back!!
“We’re fields of energy in an infinite energy field.”
We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.”
-John Muir, The Mountains of California
The tree pictured below is traveling the same Milky Way as the rest of us, and as Carl Sagan says, “down deep, at the molecular heart of life” shares essentially the same components that make up we humans. I would love to feel the energy of this tree!
It is 3,200 years old and so massive it was impossible to get the whole tree into one photograph. This majestic giant sequoia is called The President and is located in California’s Sierra Nevada. It is 247 feet tall, 27 feet in diameter, and the article I read said it holds some 2 billion needles – the most of any tree on our planet. The tree is still growing, adding one cubic meter of wood per year!
This photo was quite an endeavor and labor of love requiring a pulley system with levers for climbers and requiring 32 days and 126 separate photos that are pieced together. (the little tiny red dot at the bottom of the picture is a person!)
Indeed! What a truly, wonderful, spectacular world!!
From the BBC, Lonely Planet, this video has beautiful photographs of the planet’s wonders with David Attenborough’s voice reading the words from “What A Wonderful World”.
Enjoy your World!!
“What A Wonderful World” (Song Lyrics),
Written by: George David Weiss, George Douglas and Bob Thiele
I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom,
for me and you.
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying,
“I love you”. I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They’ll learn much more,
Than I’ll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The video below provides ten minutes of beautiful images, wisdom filled words, and a simple and profound perspective that may change your days. Take a minute (well, ten minutes). I promise it will be worth it…
Time and a sense of wonder. Amazing what depth they bring to your hours and your sense of gratitude.
Time and wonder – I hope you can give those gifts to yourself today.
Winter’s serene time and space has left me open and in-tune to the minute changes, nuances, and majesty of Spring’s unfolding. Day by day wonders are absorbed on a soul level. There is a deep comprehension of all the powerful growth that the earth’s veins are sprouting forth.
It is felt, it is known, it is heard, it is experienced.
“The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction. ” – Kate Chopin
“When spring comes the grass grows by itself. ” – Tao Te Ching
“It is always quietly thrilling to find yourself looking at a world you know well but have never seen from such an angle before.” -Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life
This morning’s tree song was mesmerizing. Their movement and expression held me. Swaying, bending, rustling, growing, being. I hung out with them for a long time, seeing with my heart and feeling with my eyes. Still , I watched through the window as they danced…
Then, as if by magic, I found these words by Hermann Hesse that I’d never read before. He understood the dancing, singing, and wisdom filled trees.
At the end of the words by Hesse is my gallery of trees…
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
In this Spring Time of unfolding life, this energetic nature that we share with all the creatures and with our planet, seems more pronounced, closer to the surface, easier to feel and touch.
Think good thoughts, feel your energy, touch your connections, direct your intentions. Be in love with life!
The colors of the rainbow,
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
