“In the recesses of a thick wood it seems as if nature were meditating upon man, or for him, as deeply as man upon nature. In the sacred stillness of a summer’s noon, or in the forest by moonlight, there is an almost audible breathing of nature, and the momentary droppings of the buds, or of the falling leaves, or of the unevaporated dew-drops, are as pauses in the mood of thought; and the mind realizes the feeling described by John Foster, “That there is through all nature some mysterious element like soul, which comes, with a deep significance, to mingle itself with the conscious being of the intent and devout observer.”
written by George Barrell Cheever, Henry Theodore Cheever.
"Some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next." - Gilda Radner
There is a stillness in the woods that reminds why we go forward to nature and not backwards.
