Cranes... bid farewell to them always touches me deep in my heart.
So many feelings.
Pure joy, to hear their striking, distinctive call.
Melancholy, to see them moving away again.
Hope, to see them again next year.
Desire, to go with them.
Humbleness, for the creation of Mother Nature.
Love, because these creatures are simply magnificent.
So many thoughts.
Inseparably connected with their migration in autumn is that winter is coming, as well as their return in spring is carrying the promise of summer.
The Wheel of time.
Endings and new beginnings.
Life.
How do you feel about?
There’s some good on this world - and it’s worth fighting for.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."
“PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way. GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what? GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad. GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.”
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Rest in Peace Sir Ian
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Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
“Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles." "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular trees, individual rather than of their species.
Charles de Lint, The Onion Girl
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.
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
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.
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