Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...
I got
The Essential Muir for Christmas. This is a book I've wanted for a while. I've just wanted a little taste of the writings from this brilliant environmentalist. And I'm loving it. Probably many more to come, but for now...
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.
1 comment:
Sounds great!
Happy New Year, :)
Post a Comment