June 27th, 20196/27/2019  Leaving Glacier Point, Spring Storm Wendell Berry: "I stoop between the strands of a barbed-wire fence, and in that movement I go out of time into timelessness. I come into a wild place . . . The place has a serenity and dignity that one feels immediately; the creation is whole in it and unobstructed. It is free of the strivings and imperfections of places under the mechanical dominance of men. Here, what to a housekeeper's eye might seem disorderly is nonetheless orderly and within order; what might seem arbitrary or accidental is included in the design of the whole; what might seem evil or violent is a comfortable member of the household. Where the creation is whole nothing is extraneous. The presence of the creation here makes this a holy place, and it is as a pilgrim that I have come."
June 24th, 20196/24/2019  Gary Snyder: "I can say to myself, Well, I've done it. And I'll leave a lot undone, so that other people will be able to do it too. How it all looks later is not my business. People will do what they do with it, whatever. So that's kind of freeing. It frees you up."
June 20th, 20196/20/2019  Gary Snyder: "It's obviously human hubris to think we can destroy the planet, can destroy life. It's just another exaggeration of ourselves. Actually we can't. We're far too small . . . The time scale is far too large, and the resistance of cellular life is far too great . . . But that's no excuse. That would be no excuse for doing things poorly. A kind of bottom line is that all human activity is as trivial as anything else. We can humbly acknowledge that and excuse ourselves from exaggerating our importance, even as a threat, and also recognize the scale and the beauty of things. And then go to work."
June 13th, 20196/13/2019  Mary Oliver: "The wild waste spaces of the sea, and the pale dunes with one hawk hanging in the wind, they are for me the formal spaces that, in a liturgy, are taken up by prayer, song, sermon, silence, homily, scripture, the architecture of the church itself.
And as with prayer, which is a dipping of oneself toward the light, there is a consequence of attentiveness to the grass itself, and the sky itself, and to the floating bird. I too leave the fret and enclosure of my own life. I too dip myself toward the immeasurable." John Muir likened the Yosemite valley to a cathedral, knowing there the experience Oliver points to above. I experienced that too, dipping toward the immeasurable. June 10th, 20196/10/2019  It was an interesting spring: two national parks, as different as different can be—the Everglades and Yosemite. Taking a break from ruminating on Yosemite, I went back to look at the Everglades, and the two demonstrate (again) how wide and how varied this country is. In both cases, meditating on what is found there, our place in the whole is properly demonstrated, and while human beings can damage (for a time) an ecosystem, the overall impression I have is that the natural world will go on, however ignorant we are of its life, and however much damage we do to it.
June 06th, 20196/6/2019  South Fork Merced River, Wawona Wawona is a small community (population 169) within Yosemite National Park; it lies along the south fork of the Merced.
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