I love the natural voice
of this eight-year-old author, and only wish my own was half as unguarded and
"And all the times I
was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did
have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things
they did hear. Earth-voices are glad voices, and earth-songs come up from
the ground through the plants; and in their flowering, and in the days before
these days are come, they do tell the earth-songs to the wind ... I have thinks
these potatoes growing here did have knowings of star-songs."
—Opel Whiteley, 8 years
of age, The Singing Creek where the
Willows Grow - The Mystical Nature Diary of Opal Whiteley, Penguin, 1994
I had to
order the book, to read the rest of it.
Preferably sitting under a tree, listening to the earth-voices and earth-songs.