Celebration of October

The yellow foliage shines like sunshine. Buzzards screech above me as they gather before the journey.
I hear the cranes before I see their wedge-shaped silhouette. They trumpet loudly above my head.
Those birds are amazing!! October is outstanding ūüėä

‚ÄúOctober had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.‚ÄĚ
~ Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed

“The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.”
~ John Muir

“‚ĶThe earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell‚Ķ”
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

The Wilderness

I found it! The quote by John Muir. I read it somewhere and lost it again but the essence remained in my heart:

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
John Muir

The Unnamed Lake by Frederick George Scott creates a huge longing for big nature but as you can see I found my own unnamed lake:

…Dark clouds that intercept the sun
Go there in Spring to weep,
And there, when Autumn days are done,
White mists lie down to sleep.
Sunrise and sunset crown with gold
The peaks of ageless stone,
Where winds have thundered from of old
And storms have set their throne.
No echoes of the world afar
Disturb it night or day,
The sun and shadow, moon and star
Pass and repass for aye…

The Secret Lake

A Heartwarming Inspiration From Georgia

I went to the Botanical Garden in the middle of Copenhagen. I came to experience the quietness, the beautiful palm house and the exotic flowers. I ended up in a several hours long conversation with a stranger from Georgia, US.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
– William Butler Yeats

The Botanical Garden is part of the Natural History Museum of Denmark, at the University of Copenhagen.

Natural History Museum of Denmark, Botanical Garden, K√łbenhavns Universitet

Thou­sands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized peo­ple are begin­ning to find out that going to the moun­tains is going home; that wild­ness is a neces­sity; and that moun­tain parks and reser­va­tions are use­ful not only as foun­tains of tim­ber and irri­gat­ing rivers, but as foun­tains of life.
– John Muir, Our National Parks, 1901

Yosemite Nature Notes – Winter Moments

‚ÄúAs long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can”.‚ÄĚ
John Muir

Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights

Bird song can not be heard, only a duck breaks the silence, while it frightened flutters across the pond. A dense fog muffles the sound and blurs the detail.

I have walked here summer and winter.

Devoutly I pry the door open to No. 40, to the courtyard with the workshops, on a freezing cold winter day, where the only sound is the flowing water from the pond.

Small bells ring softly when the water breaks brittle ice floes loose in the dark creek and the White-throated Dipper sits quietly and shiver.

Now the summer is here. Flowering hawthorn, lilacs and blackthorn are intrusive with their scent and save memories of this day for neat orderly pictures in my memory.

Fragrances, related unimpeded to our experiences. Spring flowers are insistent with their fresh delicate sweet fragrance. The scents have direct access to our minds and intensify our perception of the present.

Enjoy nature and explore the small paths or climb a hill and ‘Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees’, so beautifully expressed¬†by John Muir

Rådvad Naturskole

I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
I was born to find goblins in their caves
And chase moonlight
To see shadows and seek hidden rivers
To hear the rain fall on dry leaves
And chat a bit with death across foggy nights…
Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights by James Kavanaugh


Fuglesangen var forstummet, kun en and br√łd stilheden, mens den forskr√¶kket baskede hen over dammen. En t√¶t t√•ge d√¶mpede lydene og sl√łrede alle detaljer.

Jeg har vandret i Rådvad sommer og vinter.

And√¶gtigt har jeg lirket d√łren op til nr. 40, til g√•rden med de arbejdende v√¶rksteder en iskold vinterdag, hvor den eneste lyd var vandet fra R√•dvad Dam. Sm√• klokker ringede sagte, n√•r str√łmmen rev spr√łde isflager l√łs i den m√łrke √•, og vandst√¶ren sad helt stille og skuttede sig.

Nu er det sommer. Blomstrende syrener, tj√łrn og sl√•en tr√¶nger sig p√• med deres duft og arkiverer minder om denne dag i velordnede billeder i min hukommelse.

Dufte, relaterer uhindret til vores oplevelser. For√•rsblomsterne er insisterende, med deres friske fine s√łde duft. Duftene har direkte adgang til vores sind og intensiverer vores opfattelse af nuet.

S√łg ud i naturen og f√• en fantastisk oplevelse.