Trees

I dwell in Possibility—A fairer House than Prose—More numerous of Windows—Superior—for Doors—Of Chambers as the Cedars—Impregnable of Eve—And for an Everlasting Roof—The Gambrels of the Sky—Of visitors—the fairest—For Occupation—This—The spreading wide of my narrow Hands—To gather Paradise—— Emily Dickinson … [Read more...] about Possibility

More and more I have come to admire resilience.Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foamreturns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuoustenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,mitochondria, figs — all this resinous, unretractable earth.—Jane … [Read more...] about Optimism

When I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness.I would almost say that they save me, and daily.I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.Around me the trees stir in their … [Read more...] about When I am Among the Trees