I just had a lovely walk with a friend and our dogs, and it left me peaceful and full, and it reminded me of these words written by Dianne Hanna: 

The old trees tell us to sink our roots deep enough to slow dance with the wind, to matter to the earth. They tell us to be home to eachother, to build our nests with enough chairs for grandfathers and wayward cats. They tell us that time is something we learned before we knew better...that we can stretch a moment all the way to the sun, live a lifetime in one afternoon. They tell us that we are shaped by light, born to it.