“... I take what is:
The light beats on the stones,
the wind over water shines
Like long grass through the trees...”
- from “The Words” by David Wagoner (1926-2021)
“... I take what is:
The light beats on the stones,
the wind over water shines
Like long grass through the trees...”
- from “The Words” by David Wagoner (1926-2021)
Yesterday evening's Bitterroot River ramble conjured fond thoughts of Ratty and Mole.
"Then they got out their boat from the boat-house, sculled down the river home, and at a very late hour sat down to supper in their own cosy riverside parlour, to the Rat's great joy and contentment." - The Wind in the Willows, Ch 2,
by Kenneth Grahame (1859-1932)
“Books are bridges, my father had said to me when I was a child. They show how we’re connected.”
-Jessie “Kit” Carson (1876-1959) in Miss Morgan's Book Brigade by Janet Skeslien Charles, p. 41 (LT edition)
“... By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.” —Kenneth Grahame (1859-1932), The Wind in the Willows)
“It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story, fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.” - L. M. Montgomery (1874-1942), Rainbow Valley, chapter 13
“I think it was Thomas Merton who said that the easiest way to rid yourself of neurosis is to surround yourself with nature, or more specifically trees.
"You can't be neurotic in front of a bunch of trees," he claimed; nor, I hasten to add, in front of dunes or sea or humble scrub pine.
Standing here at the edge of the world shows me how exaggerated my own emotions seem to be.
This, strong, silent place interrupts confusion, rage, and depression, and just now I feel more at home with the landscape than with people.”
-Joan Anderson, in A Year By The Sea, p.13
