The Seeker Might Aim To Hide Too, Make Sure The Person You Are Waiting For Is Trustworthy If Not There

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

Chris Maser, Forest Primeval (via sanalebihan)

There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents. This is what has been called the dialect of moss on stone - an interface of immensity and minute ness, of past and present, softness and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yang.

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” . . That’s a good question, isn’t it? . .

Minus 24 degrees! It is not that I do not like winter; I love how the snow creates a cold, sheltering bed for the flowers and transforms familiar lands into an unknown world. I admire the fragile beauty of snowflakes and ice crystals…each one unique. I try to follow Mother Earth´s advice that this is a time of silence, profundity and introspection. But to be honest, when it is really cold I appreciate a nice tea, some candles and prefer to observe the winter wonderland from inside my cozy home. 

Last night I decided to brave the cold and go out early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Well, the sunrise was hidden behind dense fog, but the scenery still was incredibly beautiful. I love the light in the early mornings, it somehow is a time between time and this morning it was even more special, I think because of the icy temperatures. The air was fresh and pure and the colours seemed to shine from the inside…sometimes it is difficult to find suitable words to honor the beauty of Nature. 

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience