Some inspirational quotes for the ‘wildpilgrims’ path….
“Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life” – Mary Oliver
“We are here to learn the meaning of life’s wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name“- Boris Pasternak
“And being here I have been part of all this, caught and thrown like sunlight on water, have entered into all around me” – one of the Norfolk Songlines
“Henceforth it is on another elsewhere/that reveals not its name/ in other whispers and other plains/ that you must/ lighter than a thistle/disappear in silence/ and return to the winds of the road” – Nicolas Bouvier
“In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks“- John Muir
“Old bureaucrat, my comrade, it is not you who are to blame. No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds, the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as a man. You are not a dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers.[..] Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were made has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning“- Anton De Saint-Exupery (Wind, Sand and Stars).
“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can“- John Muir
“Books or no books, it is a fact patent to both my dog and myself, that at daybreak I am the sole owner of all the acres I can walk over. It is not only boundaries that disappear, but also the thought of being bounded“.- Aldo Leopold.