Sauntering – “Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering.” Thoreau
Less rush . . .more hush.
Quo Vadis (Latin) – “Where are you going?”
Into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul …
To seek a contemplative response to nature.
“Oh, America, how I began to love your country! What miles of silences God has made in you for contemplation! If only people realized what all your mountains and forests are really for!” Thomas Merton
“Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.” -Tolkien
Where the human goes out, God comes in.
“Some people, in order to discover God, read books. But there is a great book: the very appearance of created things. Look above you! Look below you! Read it. God, whom you want to discover, never wrote that book with ink. Instead, He set before your eyes the things that He had made. Can you ask for a louder voice than that?” – Augustine of Hippo
St. Francis’s Canticle of Creatures
Most High, all-powerful, good Lord,
Yours are the praises, the glory, and the honor, and all blessing, To You alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no human is worthy to mention Your name. Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day and through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor;
and bears a likeness of You, Most High One.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind,
and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather, through whom You give sustenance to Your creatures. Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water,
who is very useful and humble and precious and chaste. Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night,
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong. Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us,
and who produces various fruit with colored flowers and herbs.
Praised be You, my Lord,
through those who give pardon for Your love, and bear infirmity and tribulation. Blessed are those who endure in peace
for by You, Most High, shall they be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death, from whom no one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin.
Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will, for the second death shall do them no harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks and serve Him with great humility.