Nature Consciousness Quotes

“Those who train their hearts in natural wonder shall forever know the rivers, forests, wildflowers, and oceans, as friends.”
― Atalina Wright, ‎Wild Riverbanks

“Consciousness of the world itself is nature. And when you destroy nature you block off consciousness from the world.”
― Matthew Donnelly

“By the water and beneath the trees
I sit and listen and observe,
I feel and I witness ...
Until the 'I' dissolves and there is only oneness.”
― Atalina Wright, ‎Wild Riverbanks

“I need this natural place ...
I need these wild, green, open spaces
And wandering paths.

I need the water still and lucid like a dream
And this light in its endless streams,
And this breathless undercurrent of peace ...”
― Atalina Wright, ‎Wild Riverbanks

“I've been able to see colors around people and objects my whole life long. Through my eyes, colors drifted around people, like softly falling snow, offering glimpses of personalities. Floaters, I called them. It had taken me years to figure out the language of the colors, their meaning. Take Alice, for example. Orange floated around her, telling me of her playful, energetic personality.
But after my car accident, other colors, secondary colors, had become sharper, clearer, louder. They were emotional colors and were nearly impossible to ignore. After Mabel had knocked me down, around Alice there had been sparks of dark plum. Remorse.
"Were you able to see her personality?" Glory asked, her thin eyebrows raised high.
Only close family knew how I could see color---it was too hard, too strange, to explain to others. However, my abilities weren't the least bit odd to Glory, who knew where to plant a flower seed simply by looking at it, or to my mother, who had never been lost a day in her life because she instinctively knew which direction to go. We came from a long line of people who had enhanced intuitions connected to nature.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane

“This neighborhood was special, buzzing with charm, but not everyone could feel it. From flowers that sometimes bloomed out of season to the barely perceptible tremors underfoot to the gazing pool. Especially the gazing pool. Although almost everyone had heard tales of what the gazing pool had to offer, not everyone who sat on its stone ledge experienced its enchantment. It seemed to reveal itself only to those who truly felt a connection to nature.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane