And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. – John Muir
When I am in the forest in Stanley Park, and sit down on the forest floor, I am acutely aware that I am on a sphere. In fact, I swear that I can feel the planet churning. I place my hand on the ground- it rumbles.
I even seem to hear the planet turn over the sounds of traffic.
… your breath is locked forever in my ears where once the name was whispered, and I defy eternity to take from me what is mine! – Gwendolyn MacEwen
Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Allow nature’s peace to flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. – John Muir