The forests between our house and the full-banked river were very beautiful. The wild cherry and the dogwood were in full bloom. The squirrels were leaping from tree to tree, and the birds were making a various melody.” She truly appreciated every aspect of her time with her father, the imagery shows that.…
The poem follows the narrator’s internal monologue as he revisits a place of nostalgia that ignited his love of nature. His fears that the picturesque scene of his childhood has been idealized are quieted as he sees the place for the first time in five years, falling in love with the environment all over again. He even credits nature as “The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,/The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul/Of all my moral being” (Wordsworth LL. 109-111). His ecological thinking recharges his soul and makes him feel joyful about life once again. Nature also connects the narrator to his sister, who he sees himself in because of their love of the countryside. He acknowledges his sister the first time in the poem as his “dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch/The language of my former heart, and read/My former pleasures in the shooting lights/Of thy wild eyes” (Wordsworth LL.…
Here in this small community, seemingly blocked off from the rest of the world, lies a small slate colored house with a large white tarp sheltering the driveway. Adjacent to it, is a fairly large camping trailer that, if it's lucky, gets used for its intended purpose. The maroon deck in the foreground brings life and color to the dull, 1- story house. The front yard, in which I spent my childhood, seems everlastingly covered with the blades of the towering trees that I have grown so accustomed to. The aroma of the rainfall the night prior still lingers in the air, even as the sun begins to rise over the dewy, frost ridden lawn. Here, in the confines of my own habitat, listening to the songs of the morning birds and the blue jays, is where I connected with my surroundings. Here, is where I call home..…
It was overwhelming peaceful sitting under the pear tree. I experience serenity under the tree and it becomes has become part of him. It is under the tree, that I begins to find my inner peace and happiness with romance. As a sixteen-year-old girl, lying beneath a pear tree in the spring, I watched a bee gathering pollen from a pear blossom. This experience becomes a symbol of the ideal relationship, one in which passion does not result in possession or domination, but rather in an effortless union of individuals. I had experience an awakening under the blooming pear tree in spring, just before my first kiss with Johnny Taylor. The feeling I experienced directly while sitting beneath it was the sense of possibility in life for a connection between the self and the natural world, and the feelings of love. It is for this reason that Janie feels she has finally reached the horizon with Tea Cake. I have achieved harmony with nature that I have seen since the moment under the pear tree.…
As I lay down on the sand, I can clearly see the blue sky filled with cotton balls that are alive, dancing and moving all around. I could see some changing shape from being the face of a young child to being a cute teddy bear or even a mighty dragon. As I close my eyes, I can feel the leaves on me by just listening to the way the breeze gently caressed them. The breeze itself embraced my body with such love that I feel I’m home. I can even hear the waves crashing up against the sharp jagged rocks of the coast line. The rhythmic timing of each wave brings to me a relaxing sensation and makes me to almost fall in a deep sleep. What a great moment.…
The speaker celebrates Nature & reflects upon her as a mirror that matches his happy moods and is a comfort when he has dark thoughts. Man should connect with Nature, listen to her teaching, & receive her “healing sympathy” when he is oppressed by thoughts of death.…
In summary, where will I ever find a place so majestic yet serene? No place will ever replace my time in the woods. Time will never stop to let me be out there forever, so I’m going to enjoy while it lasts. The ridges form my heart, and the creeks running through them my blood. The fall leaves drifting down the stream represents the colors of my blood, soft, sweet, and loyal. After all, never will I find a place that’s as close to my heart as the woods in the luscious…
The rain came down in a light pitter patter, as I sat on my porch swing with a steaming cup of tea clutched in my hands. A blanket was tucked around my body, preventing the cool air from giving me a chill. The rain washed the cars and houses as it poured down on everything in its path. The smell of the rain only being able to be described as satisfactory as the smell of clean linen sheets. The usually busy neighborhood, being as quiet as a mouse with the exception of the rumbles of the sky. I sat like this all morning, taking in the beauty before it was time for me to go inside and start my day.…
As I stepped outside my porch, like any other day, to attend my morning quite-time. This day wasn’t just like others. I was so peaceful and quite. I saw the sun’s rays in my eye, lighting my way step by step. It shined so bright, it burned my eye. I saw the beautiful green trees up across the sky, with birds flying over them and other just waiting to sing…
I walk out onto the dew filled grass. I can feel the dampness beneath my feet. I can smell the aroma of lilacs blooming around me, the birds chirping gracefully, the rising sun so beautiful, peeking over the vast trees, nothing but the sounds of nature.…
Silence is the sustenance of life. It is that luxurious space of textured absence that invariably connects all things. It is what philosopher William Penn calls “the true rest of the mind”, but from that “rest” has come some of the greatest universal truths and deepest wisdom ever known to man. The seers, the saints, the shamans and sages have all been sustained through nature’s silence; it’s presence being their greatest companion, their divine nourishment and perfect refreshment. In this essay, I will be reflecting on my own experience of going to nature and meditating in silence. For seven days I engaged in a practice of visiting one spot, letting go, and just being open to whatever transpired. It was an exercise I took on with a tenacious vigor, and although it was by no means “easy”, this experience taught me how to systematically divest from my immediate social reality, tune into the natural world, and just be present to the voice within. During this exercise, there were times when I felt I could remain silent and connected to nature forever; other times it took every bit of my energy to refrain from plugging in and joining the social world. All things considered, I walked away from each “nature pause” with a renewed sense of groundedness, clarity, connection, and insight.…
There are so many place that one can go to find tranquility and inspiration, people can go to a church, to the peeks of Kilimanjaro, some may find inspiration at a New York fashion show or an art gallery of Kustiv Klimt, or one can find tranquility by meditating in the oddest of places, like under a bypass or on the streets of a rural Columbian village, others by picking fruit without a corporate business suits on their back. But however they find their own special place, there are many to choose from.…
Imagine a room, a room where homework essentially did not exist. A room where friends, fun, and hobbies are the only words in the dictionary. The most important place in my house is the basement. My basement is a vacation island. Though there are two rooms in my basement, the main room and the furnace room, the main room is my island getaway. It has a 55 inch, flatscreen, Sony television, a blue pingpong table, a shinny hockey rink, a Bose speaker system, two large blue bean bags embroidered with mine and my brother’s names, and a brown, leather sectional, my favorite place to crash after school.…
Mid-morning arrives and makes happy the skies. I peek up from my grassy domain, pondering the skies of blue and grey, noticing the flock of birds soaring above in a V-formation. “Oh how beautiful and majestic do the hawks fly?” I turn to face the roses of my kind, only realising that there was nothing but emptiness that surrounds……
There is a place where my family travels every weekend in the summer. I have gone there ever since I can remember. I have pictures of my family and me up there from before I was one year old. This is a place I call my "camp". My grandparents moved up there a few years ago and now live there all year round. It is a very family-oriented place, and all of my Dad's close family has houses up around there. All the houses are so close that many generations of cousins have all grown up together. My camp is on Lake Winnepesaukee, in New Hampshire.…