Do you ever walk aimlessly outside among the trees, looking up at the sky through the overhead branches? If you do this at sunrise, you have the opportunity of seeing the first rays of light kissing the trees good morning.
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
~Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping
Once the door is opened, it changes your outlook for the rest of the day. You see more possibilities as the view becomes wider. Each moment spent among the trees pays back in dividends of clarity and vision, enabling you to tackle the day’s problems with a fresh perspective.
In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part and parcel of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintences, master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson