June Reflections

Far up in the deep blue sky, Great white clouds are floating by; All the world is dressed in green; Many happy birds are seen, Roses bright and sunshine clear show that lovely June is here.

~ F. G. Sanders

Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer.

~ Radhanath Swami

My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden large, And in it leafy nooks.

~ William Davies

One day when you wake up, you will find that you've become a forest.

You've grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had.

You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities.

You have learned to take all the negativity around you, and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing.

A host of wild creatures live inside you, and you call them stories.

A variety of beautiful birds nest inside your mind, and you call them memories.

You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions.

And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.

~ Nikita Gill

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver