"Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality."
John Muir
John Muir
The Spring wind is howling
while I’m bursting with laughter
— wishing for flowers
Matsuo Basho, Spring, 1668
while I’m bursting with laughter
— wishing for flowers
Matsuo Basho, Spring, 1668
“The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, supposed that he had come to dwell, and life would be all spring.”
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson