The power of the suggestive is much greater than
the statement of reality.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Summer’s medley, composed of light and shadow. is now playing at Michigan’s lakes and woods.
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“.
Sometimes the most profound awakenings come wrapped
in the quietest of moments
Summer sounds of a whispering brook and the sunlight pours down like a gentle balm.
That sense of serenity and peace we find in nature–is that mildly intoxicating feeling the surfacing of long-forgotten memories of being enfolded in the love of a caretaker?
Some people see things as they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not.
George Bernard Shaw, and oft quoted by Robert Kennedy
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Michigan is once again alive with that striking yellow-green of early May and the swirling sounds of swollen creeks. Fleming Creek flows, rapidly now, through a woods near University of Michigan’s Matthaei Gardens.
Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation
In these uncertain times, this verse rings true for me. And Spring greens have just begun to make their appearance in my corner of Michigan.