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Go out there into the glory of the woods... enter into the life of the trees. Know your relationship and understand their language, unspoken, unwritten talk. Answer back to them with their own dumb magnificence, soul words, earth words, The God in you responding to the God in them. Let the spoken words remain unspoken, but the secret internal yearnings, wonderings, seekings, findings, - in them is the communion of the myriad of voices of God shouting in one great voice, "I am one God. In all the universe there is no other but me. I fill all space. I am all time. I am heaven. I am earth. I am all in all."
Emily Carr, Hundreds at Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr , Toronto, 1966, p. 30-31.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: British Columbia
The sounds of the trees and the birds seem so much a part that you can't quite make out if they are in your head or in the world.
Emily Carr, Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr, Toronto/Vancouver, Clarke, Irwin and Company, 1966, p.?
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: Vancouver Island, B.C., Canada
The wild roses are particularly intoxicating this year ... The voice of their smell is beyond everything convincing, rushing at you, "I'm here! I'm here!" pulling you closer, closer with their ardent perfume, compelling you to come and look into their vital round faces, and lay your cheek against their coolness and draw deeply of the rich spiciness at their hearts.
Emily Carr, Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr, Toronto/Vancouver Clarke, Irwin and Company, 1966, p. 300.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: Vancouver Island, Canada
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