Clearer Vision

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[julesofnature]

“Accustom yourself every morning to look for a moment at the sky and suddenly you will be aware of the air around you, the scent of morning freshness that is bestowed on you between sleep and labor. You will find every day that the gable of every house has its own particular look, its own special lighting. Pay it some heed…you will have for the rest of the day a remnant of satisfaction and a touch of coexistence with nature. Gradually and without effort the eye trains itself to transmit many small delights.”  ~ Hermann Hesse

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

“Every avalanche begins with the movement of a single snowflake, and my hope is to move a snowflake.” ― Thomas Frey ♡

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[julesofnature]

“Few people know how to take a walk. The qualities are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good silence, and nothing too much.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The gray perished landscape is shorn of color. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged. Winter is the oldest season; it has some quality of the absolute. Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already in preparation; the cold is relenting; seeds are wakening up. Colors are beginning to imagine how they will return. Then, imperceptibly, somewhere one bud opens and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of winter a miraculous, breathing plenitude of color emerges.

John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us

[julesofnature]

“A man prayed, and at first he thought that prayer was talking. But he became more and more quiet until in the end he realized that prayer was listening.”

— Soren Kierkegaard 

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snowflake crystallization microscopy (x)

[julesofnature]

Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream:

You come too.

— Rainer Marie Rilke, “Pathways”

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 “I have made mysterious Nature my religion. I do not believe that a man is any nearer to God for being clad in priestly garments, nor that one place in a town is better adapted to meditation than another. When I gaze at a sunset sky and spend hours contemplating its marvelous ever-changing beauty, an extraordinary emotion overwhelms me. Nature in all its vastness is truthfully reflected in my sincere though feeble soul. Around me are the trees stretching up their branches to the skies, the perfumed flowers gladdening the meadow, the gentle grass-carpeted earth, …and my hands unconsciously assume an attitude of adoration.…To feel the supreme and moving beauty of the spectacle to which Nature invites her ephemeral guests!…that is what I call prayer.”

— Claude Debussy

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“We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can’t see the stars at night.” ~Thomas Berry 

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 “We are asleep with compasses in our hands.” ~ W. S. Merwin

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