Wildlife Contemplations: Reflections on Our Living World

By Trigger Publishing

'The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.' - Mahatma Gandhi

This beautifully packaged book offers a rare opportunity to slow down, step back and receive the natural restorative power of nature. Through its evocative passages and quotes inspired by the natural world, the contemplative words will transport you to a captivating realm full of flora and fauna that will fill you with wonder.The beginning of beginning rhythm Is speech of the crowned crane.

The crowned crane says, 'I speak'. The word is beauty. - An African Bambara poem – Praise for the Crane

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trigger Publishing
• Release date: May 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781837963928

Trigger Publishing

Trigger Publishing is an independent publishing house specialising in books on mental health and wellbeing. Our aim is to open the conversation around mental health and to promote wellbeing.

Book preview

NATURE NOTES

O simple Nature, how I do delight

To pause upon thy trifles - foolish things,

As some would call them. On the summer night,

Tracing the lane-path where the dog-rose hings

With dew-drops seeth’d, while chick’ring cricket sings;

My eye can’t help but glance upon its leaves,

Where love’s warm beauty steals her sweetest blush,

When, soft the while, the Even silent heaves

Her pausing breath just trembling thro’ the bush,

And then again dies calm, and all is hush.

O how I feel, just as I pluck the flower

And stick it to my breast - words can’t reveal;

But there are souls that in this lovely hour

Know all I mean, and feel whate’er I feel.

JOHN CLARE, Nature

PAUSE FOR THOUGHT

I was born in September, and love it best of all the months. There is no heat, no hurry, no thirst and weariness in corn harvest as there is in the hay. If the season is late, as is usual with us, then mid-September sees the corn still standing in shock. The mornings come slowly. The earth is like a woman married and fading; she does not leap up with a laugh for the first fresh kiss of dawn, but slowly, quietly, unexpectantly likes watching the waking of each new day. The blue mist, like memory in the eyes of a neglected wife, never goes from the wooded hill, and only at noon creeps from the near hedges. There is no bird to put a song in the throat of the morning; only the crow’s voice speaks during the day.

Perhaps there is the regular breathing hust of the scythe – even the fretful jar of the mowing machine. But next day, in the morning, all is still again. The lying corn is wet, and when you have bound it, and lift the heavy sheaf to make the stook, the tresses of oats wreathe round each other and droop mournfully.

DH LAWRENCE, The White Peacock, (1911)

To the dull mind nature is leaden; to the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON, poet and philosopher

POINT OF INTEREST

Teasel is unique in the plant world in the way in which it blooms. Its flowers first appear in a ring around the middle of the head, and spread slowly outwards. As the blooms are fairly short-lived, the new growths outlive the central growths, effectively creating