I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I believed then - in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult - that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical.
Once upon a time, forests were repositories of magic for the human race.
When there's light shining on a tree, that tree takes on different meaning. If there's no light at all it just looks dead. If you look at light as godly meaning, the world comes alive in a certain way.
I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.
Hawthorne has given us a tradition that some people refer to as Yankee Magic Realism, and I do think there is a certain quality to the landscape that definitely leads into the dark woods.
A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.
I grew up with a lot of fairy tales. And they had an essence of darkness to them.
He brought imagination to the story of the Creation.
Until very recently, the artist was a magician who did his magic in public view but kept himself and his effects a matter of mystery.
I realized that nature had invented reproduction as a mechanism for life to move forward, as a life force that passes right through us and makes us a link in the evolution of life. Rarely seen by the naked eye, this intersection between the animal world and the plant world is truly a magic moment.