“I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.” PeopleWorldChildrenMadeI CanWholeTogetherSpiritMotherFatherSawsSeeingTreeGrewHolyShapesMountainHighestUnderstoodStandingAll ThingsSacredRoundsWideCirclesNativeNative AmericanShelterMother EarthDaylightFloweringNative AmericaNative American IndianStarlightNative American EarthNative American Indian InspirationalSacred ThingsFlowering Trees Author:Black Elk
“Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.” SometimesMotherCompanyBoysTreeWallFineHundredWineVery GoodRingsVinesGood Company Author:Bryan Procter
“Though this new forest grew mightily, elsewhere the mighty jungles fell. Elsewhere the coastal rain forests that furred the body of the world were torn and riven. Elsewhere the last of the old growth the last of the world's own garment were ripped away. It was in this time, now, that the mother of us all was stripped naked and left to die in shame of her children, she who had been robed in glory like this, adorned like this. I bent my head upon the roots and wept, sorrowing for the trees.” WorldChildrenBodyLastsMotherDiesLeftGrowthTreeGrewGloryRainRootsShameForestsNakedElsewhereBentTornJungleGarmentsRippedCoastal Author:Sheri S. Tepper
“When I was very little, say five or six, I became aware of the fact that people wrote books. Before that, I thought that God wrote books. I thought a book was a manifestation of nature, like a tree. When my mother explained it, I kept after her: What are you saying? What do you mean? I couldn't believe it. It was astonishing. It was like--here's the man who makes all the trees. Then I wanted to be a writer, because, I suppose, it seemed the closest thing to being God.” PeopleMenBelieveMeanLittlesBookFactsWantedMotherFiveTreeHe ManSixManifestationClosestAstonishing Author:Fran Lebowitz
“So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.” MotherTreeRootsFraudWoeSnakesProhibitionParadise Lost Book 9Paradise Lost Book 1 Book:Paradise lost Source: Paradise lost
“Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.” LittlesDreamMotherFatherSleepTreeBabyTheeSheepShakingDreamlandSleeping Baby Author:Elizabeth Prentiss
“Our mother Eve, who tasted of the tree, Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see.” GivingMotherTreeDearAdam Author:Emilia Lanier
“The things that you did with parents, whether it was spending every Sunday morning with your dad and eating French toast and watching Popeye, or decorating the Christmas tree with our mother - these are memories that help you be happy.” HelpingMotherParentMemoriesMorningTreeDadEatingSpendingSundayToastsYour DadChristmas TreeDecoratingSunday MorningPopeyeFrench Toast Author:Leonardo DiCaprio
“I grew up in St. Louis in a tiny house full of large music - Mahalia Jackson and Marian Anderson singing majestically on the stereo, my German-American mother fingering 'The Lost Chord' on the piano as golden light sank through trees, my Palestinian father trilling in Arabic in the shower each dawn.” LightMotherFatherHouseLostTreeGrewGrew UpSingingTinyGoldenDawnPianoPalestinianShowersChordsHouse MusicGolden LightTiny Houses Author:Naomi Shihab Nye
“The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way. As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind.” IfsWayMindMadeMotherNatureSecretTreeMissingWindArmsLateGardenBottomViolentEveningGiantsWickedPeace Of MindTallSecondsBentReposeWhisperingDisturbanceElm Trees Book:The Personal History of David Copperfield ... With Frontispiece by H. K. Browne Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield ... With Frontispiece by H. K. Browne
“Have you ever been through a painful season in life and wished for something new, something fresh, or even something healing to come along? Take this journey with Robin Price, a widow and single mother with a big heart and passion for those closest to her as she wades through trying to live, let go, and love again. Wishing on Willows is a story of hope that will find you stepping up to the willow tree and daring to make wishes” TryingHeartStoriesBigsMotherPassionWishHealingTreeJourneyLetting GoAnd LoveSeasonsPainfulSomething NewDaringClosestWidowsRobinsWadeSingle MotherLove AgainBig HeartMake A WishWillow Trees Author:Jane Kirkpatrick