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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WELL, A NEW YEAR IS HERE, AND IT IS A YEAR FOR THE STRONG AND THOSE THAT ARE REALLY DOING THEIR INNER WORK!
HAPPY OR NOT WE WILL ACCOMPLISH WHAT WE NEED TO!
HOWEVER , I HOPE WE CAN BE HAPPY WHILE DOING WHAT WE MUST
Beautiful, this group. Thanks for creating!
Live in Love
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Nature is always joyful—a boundless, eternal dance of life unfolding in every corner of the earth. From the rustling of leaves in the morning breeze to the rhythmic flow of rivers and the silent bloom of flowers, every element moves in harmony with the pulse of existence. It is a celebration without end, where even stillness sings, and the simplest moments—sunlight on water, the call of a distant bird—become part of a sacred choreography. In nature, joy is not something sought; it simply is, alive in the dance of life itself.
~ Image and words by The Garden Of Pensiveness
A quiet bench beneath the trees is not just a seat, but a sanctuary—a place where time slows and the world feels softer. Here, thoughts settle like autumn leaves, drifting gently to the forest floor, and the soul begins to breathe with the rhythm of the wind. In the hush between birdsong and breeze, we remember ourselves not as hurried beings, but as part of something vast and enduring. It is in such stillness that clarity arises, gentle and natural, like sunlight filtering through the branches. And in this moment, we find that peace isn’t a destination, but a way of being—rooted in the present, quiet and unhurried. The world will always move fast, but beneath the trees, we are reminded that sometimes, the simplest pause can bring the deepest clarity.
~ The Garden Of Pensiveness
In quiet woods where sunlight streams,
And rivers run with silver dreams,
The weary heart finds gentle grace,
In nature’s calm, embracing face.
The breeze will brush your pain away,
The trees will teach your soul to stay.
With every leaf, a whispered prayer,
With every bloom, a breath of care.
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
The earth will slowly cradle you.
Its silence sings a lullaby—
Of roots that hold, and winds that fly.
So walk the path where wild things grow,
Let flowers speak what words can’t show.
For nature heals in quiet ways,
Restoring light to shadowed days.
~ "Whispers in the Wild" The Garden Of Pensiveness
Image by Rachel Baker
"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
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
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