Book Report: The Overstory — The Hermits’ Rest

If you know me or have read this blog a few times, you won’t be surprised to learn this, but I’ve always been a tree hugger, and I mean always. My poor mother (happy birthday wherever your spirit is) used to find me as a toddler wandering around the yard talking to the huge oak […]

Book Report: The Overstory — The Hermits’ Rest

A Walk in the Forest.

I love the Forest and its airy bounds,
Where friendly Campbell takes his daily rounds;
I love the break neck hills, that headlong go,
And leave me high, and half the world below;
I love to see the Beach Hill mounting high,
The brook without a bridge, and nearly dry.
There’s Bucket’s Hill, a place of furze and clouds,
Which evening in a golden blaze enshrouds:
I hear the cows go home with tinkling bell,
And see the woodman in the forest dwell,
Whose dog runs eager where the rabbit’s gone;
He eats the grass, then kicks and hurries on;
Then scrapes for hoarded bone, and tries to play,
And barks at larger dogs and runs away.

~ John Clare.

(One of my favourite poets).

A Naturalist’s “Faith” — Chris Highland

As I continue to reflect on issues of faith and my journey beyond faith, enjoying the daily wonders and beauty of Nature, I return time and again to the wise words of John Burroughs: Amid the decay of creeds, love of nature has high religious value. . . . It has made [nature lovers] contented […]

A Naturalist’s “Faith” — Chris Highland

The Harvest Moon.

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Fire, Scythes and Superstition: the Medieval Harvest ~ Alli Templeton — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Reblogged from Medieval Wanderings: Despite so many aspects of life virtually grinding to a halt this year, one thing I have observed advancing unaffected over these past six months is the growing crops. From vast expanses of golden wheat to fields of delicate purple flax flowers, it’s been quietly reassuring to see at least something […]

Fire, Scythes and Superstition: the Medieval Harvest ~ Alli Templeton — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

THICH NHAT HANH ON LIVING BEINGS — contemplativeinquiry

In the extract below, Thich Nhat Hanh offers Buddhist thoughts, which seem to me to have considerable resonance for Druids, with their animist and earth-honouring perspective and their support for deep ecology. “There is no absolute dividing line between animate and inanimate, between living matter and inert matter. In so-called inert matter there is life, […]

THICH NHAT HANH ON LIVING BEINGS — contemplativeinquiry
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