Refreshed in Spirit…

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“I go to nature to be soothed, healed and have my senses put in order.”  —John Burroughs

After an extraordinary Saturday with author Angela Gorrell, including a group viewing of the eclipse, I found myself worn out from the week and all that led up to such a joyful experience.

Not up for my customary long walk on Sunday morning, I “cheated” and played some of the many nature videos on YouTube to immerse myself in nature. Just listening to birds chirping, water flowing, and breezes blowing through the trees refreshed my spirit.

Sometimes we’re not able or feel up to make the effort to immerse ourselves in the healing power of nature. Yet, we can still find ways to partake of nature’s gifts. Eckhart Tolle reminds us that even a houseplant can be your gateway to peace:
 “The moment you become aware of a plant’s emanation of stillness and peace,
that plant becomes your teacher.” 
Eckhart Tolle
Here in Central Texas, you can feel people reawakening to the joys of being outdoors after a long, hot summer. Despite the sorrow of the world in turmoil, people are smiling and laughing more. Such is the power of a crisp, fall day! How are you embracing the beauty and blessings of fall right now? If you can’t get outdoors, can you bring nature inside?May you be blessed with opportunities to be in, with, and healed by nature this week. And may nature’s stillness and peace sooth your soul.

Walk in Nature

“Walk in nature and feel the healing power of the trees.”
―Anthony William

Live in Each Season

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
―Henry David Thoreau

It’s Gift to You

“Nature can bring you to stillness, that is its gift to you.” ― Eckhart Tolle

Note: All of the beautiful quotes today were found at

With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice Is So Delicate and Humble

I do not live happily or comfortably
with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
the news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
having felt something more wonderful
than all the electricity of New York City.


—Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver (link takes you to review)

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