sagaramatha and ama dablam, credit Lama Pasang Nima Sherpa
Go out there into the glory of the woods. See God in every particle of them expressing glory and strength and power, tenderness and protection. Know that they are God expressing God made manifest. Feel their protecting spread, their uplifting rise, their solid immovable strength. Regard the warm red earth beneath them nurtured by the myriads of fallen needles, softly fallen, slowly disintegrating through long processes, always living, changing, expanding round and round. It is a continuous process of life, eternally changing yet eternally the same. See God in it all, enter into the life of the trees. Know your relations and understand their language, unspoken unwritten talk. Answer back to them with their own dumb magnificence, soul words, earth words, the God in you responding to the God in them. Let the spoken words remain unspoken, but the secret internal yearnings, wonderings, seekings, findings--in them is the communion of the myriad voices of God shouting on one great voice. "I am one God. In all the universe there is no other but me. I fill all space. I am all time. I am Heaven. I am earth. I am all in all."
- Emily Carr
solace, white river valley