trail of footprints

Pada means foot or part of a poem and implies a step or passage in the course of one's spiritual or holistic life. Padajna is to know these sacred footprints, and pada-viya is the trail left by the pada journey.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms -Sappho, fragment 52

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Germany (by ♦ Peter & Ute Grahlmann ♦)
Nine sisters beside the lake by {no rest for the wicked} on Flickr.

Léon Spilliaert (Belgian, 1881-1946, Landscape with tall trees, 1900-1902. India ink and Conté pencils on paper. (via: iamjapanese)


Léon Spilliaert (Belgian, 1881-1946, Landscape with tall trees1900-1902. India ink and Conté pencils on paper. (via: iamjapanese)


Robert Anderson: Your book [Forests], particularly the end of it, criticizes some of the basic ideas that motivate environmentalism and ecology. In particular you argue that when we conceive of deforestation as “loss of wildlife habitat,” or “loss of nature,” or “loss of biodiversity,” we’re not capturing the full loss that we face. First of all, what is the extent of that loss, and in your view has ecology changed much in the past twenty years?

Robert Pogue Harrison: That’s a good question. When I’m critical of modern approaches to ecology, I’m really trying to remind my reader of the long relationship that Western civilization has had to these forests that define the fringe of its place of habitation, and that this relationship is one that has a rich history of symbolism and imagination and myth and literature. So much of the Western imagination has projected itself into this space that when you lose a forest, you’re losing more than just the natural phenomenon or biodiversity; you’re also losing the great strongholds of cultural memory.


- From Ross Anderson’s interview of Robert Pogue Harrison (in The LA Review of Books)

"Single trees are extraordinary; trees in number more extraordinary still. To walk in a wood is to find fault with Socrates’s declaration that ‘Trees and open country cannot teach me anything, whereas men in town do.’ Time is kept and curated and in different ways by trees, and so it is experienced in different ways when one is among them. This discretion of trees, and their patience, are both affecting. It is beyond our capacity to comprehend that the American hardwood forest waited seventy million years for people to come and live in it, though the effort of comprehension is itself worthwhile. It is valuable and disturbing to know that grand oak trees can take three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to live and three hundred years to die. Such knowledge, seriously considered, changes the grain of the mind."

- From The Wild Places by Robert Macfarlane

by Nikolay Borisov


by Nikolay Borisov

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When the moon is tired, it rests in the arms of nature by on Flickr.


winter in Poland by Erik Witsoe

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Rainy autumn in Poland by Erik Witsoe

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"I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds."

- Egon Schiele  (via thedeerandtheoak)

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"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, who ever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life."

- Herman Hesse (via thedeerandtheoak)

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Don’t remove my credits.

Some music.

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untitled by soleá on Flickr.


1. rub honey into the night’s back.

2. make sure the moon is fed.

3. bathe the ocean.

4. warm sing the trees.

      - tend, nayyirah waheed

Into the Trees IV