I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches
and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize
that the real magician was light itself“.
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.
So it was that one sultry summer afternoon I followed this path through the woods and happened to find a small pond and meadow, where the canopy of trees parted to reveal the blue, blue sky. Truly, a shelter from the storm.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
___Robert Louis Stevenson
photo taken in a quiet space for renewal, Kensington Park, just northwest of Detroit, an area of wooded hills and lakes set aside 100 years ago by someone with great foresight.