Midweek Meditation
“The
song of a river ordinarily means the tune that water plays on rock, root and
rapid. This song of the waters is
audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means
audible to all. To hear even a few notes
of it you must first live here for a long time, and you must know the speech of
the hills and rivers. Then on a still
night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks,
sit quietly and listen for a wolf to howl, and think hard of everything you
have seen and tried to understand. Then
you may hear it—a vast, pulsing harmony—its score inscribed on a thousand
hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms
spanning the seconds and the centuries.”
— Aldo Leopold
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