Pleasure in the pathless woods

Our yard and lot in Yorktown, somewhere around 2007

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more…”  —Lord Byron

There’s something very calming about nature that neutralizes the toxic overload of a cold-hearted, techno-crazy world.  I love the serenity of the mountains, the hypnotic motion of the sea, the dazzling colors of a flower garden.  But just as well, or even more, I love my own backyard and the wooded lot we own behind it.  I cannot go back there even briefly without feeling closer to God, as if He is telling me “I am still here, with you.”

This post was first published eight years ago today. The original post, comments and photo are linked, along with two other related posts, below. These links to related posts, and their thumbnail photos, do not appear in the blog feed; they are only visible when viewing the individual posts by clicking on each one. I have no idea why, nor do I know how they choose the related posts. That’s just the way WordPress does things.

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