A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. –John Muir
This quote, borrowed from a beloved blog I follow, speaks to my own experiences in nature. While cathedrals and churches are some of the most excellent examples of architecture as art, they do pale in comparison to the original forest!
This quote also foreshadows an upcoming post of my own, in which I hope to share some of the photos and moments from our recent (international) excursion into nature. In addition to beautiful scenery, this last trip seems to have offered that rare cleansing of the soul that, for me, only truly results from awe-inspiring natural settings. Words to explain such experiences are still being formed in my heart; I hope to be able to share it with you soon!
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