Reads tagged with “trees”
D.H. Lawrence on Trees, Solitude, and How We Root Ourselves When Relationships Collapse
“One must possess oneself, and be alone in possession of oneself.”
The Cosmic Miracle of Trees: Astronaut Leland Melvin Reads Pablo Neruda’s Love Letter to Earth’s Forests
“Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.”
Calculating the Incalculable: Thoreau on the True Value of a Tree
“What would human life be without forests, those natural cities?”
Losing the Birds, Finding the Words: Eve Ensler’s Extraordinary Letter of Apology to Mother Earth
“I am the reason the birds are missing… I am made of dirt and grit and stars and river, skin, bone, leaf, whiskers and claws. I am a part of you, of this, nothing more or less. I am mycelium, petal pistil and stamen… I am energy and I am dust. I am wave and I am wonder. I am an impulse and an order.”
When I Am Among the Trees: Mary Oliver’s Spare and Stunning Ode to Serenity
“You too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
Wander: Natascha McElhone Reads Hermann Hesse’s 100-Year-Old Love Letter to Trees in a Virtual Mental Health Walk Through Kew Gardens
“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 represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.”
Today, Another Universe: Jane Hirshfield’s Stunning Poem of Perspective and Consolation
Steadying solace for those times when we “go to sleep in one world and wake in another.”
The Key to Good Love: Relationship Lessons from Trees
“I think of good love as something that roots, not rots, over time, and of the hyphae that are weaving through the ground below me, reaching out through the soil in search of mergings.”
How to Disappear: The Art of Listening to Silence in a Noisy World
“Silence is the presence of time undisturbed.”
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