I’ll be back here next week.
In the meantime:
"I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive; it stretches out there shivering towards its own creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing enters into this elaborate give-and-take, this bowing to sun and moon, day or night, winter, summer, storm, still--this tranquil chaos that seems to be going somewhere. This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it. This motionless turmoil, this everything dance." ---William Stafford
"Sometimes, when a bird cries out, Or the wind sweeps through a tree, Or a dog howls in a far-off farm, I hold still and listen a long time. My world turns and goes back to the place Where, a thousand forgotten years ago, The bird and the blowing wind Were like me, and were my brothers. My soul turns into a tree, And an animal, and a cloud bank. Then changed and odd it comes home And asks me questions. What should I reply?" ---Hermann Hesse