Green © 2013 Bo Mackison
“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
~ Hermann Hesse
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Bo Mackison is photographer, book-artist, collector of stories, naturalist, curator and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Today I wandered through my many notebooks and journals, in search of quotes about trees.
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Very awesome
I am finding trees to be a true source of solace. Yep!
Wow, what a tree photo! Beautiful!
Thank you, Montucky. After my visit to Redwoods National Park, I dream about the trees I saw there. 🙂
Wonderful! ♥
Yes, those trees are soooo wonderful.
Wow. And where are these magnificent trees?
Redwoods National Park
I love how the trees appear bumpy and smooth at the same time. All about perspective, I’d say. Love the green of this, would certainly be a sight to behold!