Quietude is a state of calmness, a place of stillness, in which the seeds of love, joy and peace may quietly grow, flourish and blossom.
~ Mary Anne Byrne ~
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
~ Henry David Thoreau ~
~ Art "Woodland Wildflower Dreams" by Amanda Horvath
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"It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine."
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery, from "Anne of Green Gables"
Image by Michael Page
And the man made thing, out of a sentiment of loss1
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Beneath the boughs where silence grows,
A stream hums soft in gentle flows.
The sun breaks through in golden lace,
And time slows down in nature’s grace.
A whispered breeze, a robin’s call,
The hush of leaves begins to fall.
No walls confine, no burdens stay—
Just earth and sky to guide the way.
Among the pines, my heart finds peace,
All worries fade, all shadows cease.
In nature’s arms, I find my place—
A sacred calm, a sweet embrace.
"Sanctuary" The Garden Of Pensiveness
Image by Steve Schwindt
So beautiful, Nada!
When we stay in touch with nature, we remember that we are not separate from the earth, but part of its breath and rhythm. The rustle of leaves, the flow of rivers, and the stillness of mountains speak to something ancient within us—reminding us to slow down, to listen, and to simply be. Nature doesn’t demand, it invites. And in its quiet presence, we find the parts of ourselves we forgot we were missing.
~ Mary Anne Byrne The Garden Of Pensiveness
~ Image by Marc Adamus
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
In every wood, in every Spring,
there is a different green.
~ J. R. R. Tolkien
Every day, at least for a few minutes, go and be with the plants. Look at them and smile, touch them with love, and talk to them for a while. These little engagements will recuperate your heart and nurture your soul.
~ Bhuwan Thapaliya
Art: "Mother in the Garden" by Ada Augusta Wolfe
I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.
~ Henry David Thoreau