and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.

I never cease to wonder at the tenacity of water – its ability to make its way through various strata of rock,zigzagging,back-tracking, finding space, cunningly discovering faults and fissures in the mountain, and sometimes traveling...

…for everytime I see the sky I’m aware of belonging to the universe than to just one corner of the earth.

It wouldn’t be much fun living on a planet where grass could not grow.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection...