John Muir, John of the Mountains, p. 77
Monday, December 15, 2008
Winter Birds and Natures Beauty
" No sane man in the hands of Nature can doubt the doubleness of his life. Soul and body receive separate nourishment and separate exercise, and speedily reach a stage of development wherein each is easily known apart from the other. Living artificially we seldom see much of our real selves, our torpid souls are hopelessly entangled with our torpid bodies, and not only in there a confused mingling of our own souls with our own bodies, but we hardly possess a separate existence from our neighbors."
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...