• clouds,  landscape,  Plants,  quotes,  sunsets,  trees

    Found a New Tree

    “We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.” Hermann Hesse

    I discovered this unique shaped tree this past week while roaming around the area north of Fort Collins. This is an area that I think I’d like to live. It’s not far from town and almost no multi-family building but homes on larger lots, a remnant of the farm life. I could have my small little cottage, solitude, a garden, chickens and enjoy views like this morning and evening. Dreaming. Anyway, just to forewarn you there may be a few more pics of this tree in the future.

  • quotes,  sunsets

    Sunset Shilouette

    Sunset Shilouette
    Sunset Shilouette

    “Within yourself is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.”

    Herman Hess

    I’ve come to rely upon the retreats I take within and in nature. They both work for me. 

  • clouds,  landscape,  natural areas

    What are the Stories

    Cottonwood on Fisher Natre Trailu
    Cottonwood on Fisher Nature Trail

    There are times I wish I could sit at the base of a tree and listen to the stories it has to tell. What changes has it seen in it’s life? How many bird songs has it heard in its life? Does it feel ignored when so many people walk by and really never looked at it? I touch it and feel it toughness. Solid and firm. I see it’s scars, the twisted and broken branches that its sustained through the years. How many eagles and hawks have perched themselves on it’s branches awaiting the unsuspecting field mouse. Yes, I would read a book of stories written by a tree.

    “A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.”  Hermann Hesse