“How delightful it is to be alone here! How wild everything is – wild as the sky and as pure! Never shall I forget this big, divine day – the Cathedral and its thousands of cassiope bells, and the landscapes around them, and this camp in the gray crags above the woods, with its … Continue reading How Wild It Is!
“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to … Continue reading Come!
I cannot help but identify and feel what Muir is getting at here (read below). Who hasn’t had a time when they were lost in complete awe of the natural world? It is at these moments of pure wonder and enchantment, when I feel as Muir does, wishing to but stay forever to watch the grandeur … Continue reading Surely, I’ll Be Back
“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy … Continue reading Mountain Days
“People talk about creation as a remote fact of history, as if it were something that was attended to a long time ago, and finished at the time. But creation was not an act; it is a process; and it is going on to-day as much as it ever was. But Nature is not in … Continue reading Sculpting of Earth