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Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Mary Oliver • Dream Work
She has never asked much of you in return. Up until now, your gratitude has been enough. Your delight has been her reward. Up until now, she has not needed you as you have needed her. But that is shifting. You have grown up, and your Mother the Earth is in peril. She cannot hide her distress from you, and you would not want her to. You are mature e
... See moreMirabai Starr • Wild Mercy: Living the Fierce and Tender Wisdom of the Women Mystics
mist comes right then, laying the salt air gently on the fruit, you have something that money can’t buy and chefs can’t create. A perfect, lightly salted blackberry. You can’t make them; it has to come with time and nature. They’re a gift, when you think summer’s over and the good stuff has all gone. They’re a gift.”’ Our path, our magnificent walk
... See moreRaynor Winn • The Wild Silence: The Sunday Times Bestseller from the author of The Salt Path
“Always in big woods when you leave familiar ground and step off alone into a new place there will be, along with the feelings of curiosity and excitement, a little nagging of dread. It is the ancient fear of the unknown, and it is your first bond with the wilderness you are going into. You are undertaking the first experience, not of the place, bu
... See moreCe lyrisme exalté, qui utilise les ressources de la prédication pour louer la Nature, c’est la peinture qui peut en donner l’idée. L’émerveillement peut encore exister en notre siècle sceptique, mais il ne s’exprime plus comme ça. Muir est nourri de psaumes et de poésie, en un temps où les sciences de la nature consistaient surtout à observer, à re
... See moreAlexis Jenni • J'aurais pu devenir millionnaire, j'ai choisi d'être vagabond (French Edition)
Contemplating their loss, I could relate to Henry David Thoreau, who, a hundred and seventy years earlier, living not far from where I live now, wrote about mourning the loss of a tree just like mine: A plant which it has taken two centuries to perfect, rising by slow stages into the heavens, has this afternoon ceased to exist . . . Why does not th
... See moreSuzanne Koven • Letter to a Young Female Physician: Notes from a Medical Life
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on—have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear—what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons—the sun by day and the sta
... See moreE7, the bird whose satellite track revealed an impressive 7,396-mile nonstop flight, didn’t attain fame because she did anything particularly unique for a bar-tailed godwit, but because she showed us how remarkable the usual can be.