Discovery Park Habitat - Find Trees Native to Pacific Northwest

Words of Wisdom about the Wild and Restoration


Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau, "Walking", an essay published after his death in 1862 

  The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild, 
  and what I have been preparing to say is, that 

  in Wildness is the preservation of the World. 

  Every tree sends its fibers forth in search of the Wild. 
  The cities import it at any price. Men plow and sail for it. 
  From the forest and wilderness come the tonics and barks 
  which brace mankind. . . .


Goethe

Johann Wolfgang van Goethe

  Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance 
  to draw back -- Concerning all acts of initiative 
  (and creation), there is one elementary truth that 
  ignorance of which kills countless ideas and 
  splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits 
  oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of 
  things occur to help one that would never otherwise 
  have occurred. A whole stream of events issues 
  from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner 
  of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material 
  assistance, which no man could have dreamed would 
  have come his way. 

  Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. 
  Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.

  Begin it now


Mead

Margaret Mead "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, that is the only thing that ever has."

Nobody knows where it came from, but the following site has a lot to say about it and about Margaret Mead for those interested in further study. Institute of Intercultural Studies


McDonough

William McDonough & Michael Braungart, from back cover of thebook, "Cradle to Cradle"

  "Reduce, reuse, recycle" urge environmentalists; in other words, do more 
  with less in order to minimize damage. As William McDonough and 
  Michael Braungart argue in their provocative, visionary book, however, 
  this approach perpetuates a one-way, "cradle to grave" manufacturing 
  model that dates to the Industrial Revolution and casts off as much 
  as 90 percent of the materials it uses as waste, much of it toxic. 
  Why not challenge the notion that human industry must inevitably 
  damage the natural world, they ask.

  In fact, why not take nature itself as our model? A tree produces 
  thousands of blossoms in order to create another tree, yet we do 
  not consider its abundance wasteful but safe, beautiful, and highly 
  effective; hence, 

  "waste equals food"

  is the first principle the book sets forth. Products might be designed 
  so that, after their useful life, they provide nourishment for something 
  new-either as "biological nutrients" that safely re-enter the environment 
  or as "technical nutrients" that circulate within closed-loop industrial 
  cycles, without being "downcycled" into low-grade uses 
  (as most "recyclables" now are). 

  Elaborating their principles from experience (re)designing 
  everything from carpeting to corporate campuses, the authors make 
  an exciting and viable case for change.


Marsh

George Perkins Marsh is considered to be America's first environmentalist. Over a hundred years ago he warned of our destructive ways in a remarkable book, published in 1864, called: "Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action". He was the first to raise concerns about the destructive impact of human activities on the environment. The passage below is from his 1874 revision of his master work: "THE EARTH AS MODIFIED BY HUMAN ACTION. A NEW EDITION OF MAN AND NATURE".

  "But for the intervention of man and domestic animals, these latter
  beneficent revolutions would occur more frequently, proceed more
  rapidly. The new scarped mountains, the hillocks of debris, the plains
  elevated by sand and gravel spread over them, the shores freshly formed
  by fluviatile deposits, would clothe themselves with shrubs and trees,
  the intensity of the causes of degradation would be diminished, and
  nature would thus regain her ancient equilibrium. But these processes,
  under ordinary circumstances, demand, not years, generations, but
  centuries; [Footnote: Where a torrent has not been long in operation, and
  earth still remains mixed with the rocks and gravel it heaps up at its
  point of eruption, vegetation soon starts up and prospers, it protected
  from encroachment. In Provence, "several communes determined, about ten
  years ago, to reserve the soils thus wasted, that is, to abandon them
  for a certain time, to spontaneous vegetation, which was not slow in
  making its appearance."-Becquerel, Des Climats, p. 815.] 

  and man, who even now finds scarce breathing-room on this vast globe, 
  cannot retire from the Old World to some yet undiscovered continent, 
  and wait for the slow action of such causes to replace, 
  by a new creation, the Eden he has wasted."


Wordsworth

THE TABLES TURNED AN EVENING SCENE ON THE SAME SUBJECT, by William Wordsworth, 1798.

"
          UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
          Or surely you'll grow double:
          Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
          Why all this toil and trouble?

          The sun, above the mountain's head,
          A freshening lustre mellow
          Through all the long green fields has spread,
          His first sweet evening yellow.

          Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
          Come, hear the woodland linnet,                             10
          How sweet his music! on my life,
          There's more of wisdom in it.

          And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
          He, too, is no mean preacher:

          Come forth into the light of things,
          Let Nature be your teacher.

          She has a world of ready wealth,
          Our minds and hearts to bless--
          Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
          Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

          One impulse from a vernal wood
          May teach you more of man,
          Of moral evil and of good,
          Than all the sages can.

          Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
          Our meddling intellect
          Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:--
          We murder to dissect.

          Enough of Science and of Art;
          Close up those barren leaves;
          Come forth, and bring with you a heart
          That watches and receives."