Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way If you’re John Muir you want trees to live among. If you’re Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can’t find it, at least dream of it. • When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches. • God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely. • Some words will never leave God’s mouth, no matter how hard you listen.
