"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life" John Muir "Our National Parks"
We need to drink in beauty wherever we can get it-in music, in nature, in art, in a great meal shared. These are gifts to us from Gods generous heart. Friends, those things are not decorations to a life, they bring us life. The skies are blue, the fields are green are all for you. The silver moon, the shining sea, all for you. For you, the wind that blows, for you the river that flows. And everything that you dream about, even the love you dream of, too, it is all for you. Poem by John Smith and Lisa Aschmann, "All is for You" Extracts from 'Waking the`Dead' by John Eldridge.
