Nature is like an infinite well of creativity, alive in the joy of creation. We can see it, feel it and hear it the minute we are quiet in its midst.
We can enter the joy of the present moment simply by looking at a flower in a vase, sitting on the windowsill that overlooks a busy, noisy street.
But if we can occasionally walk into the sacred cathedral of a quiet forest grove, we will find ourselves even more powerfully drawn into peace. We can find, as did John Muir, the treasure that lies "—hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold." |
