“There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.” –Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson 1836.
Stretching as far as the eye can see, layers of hills stand reaching into the horizon and sky.
Moss clings to the trees here. Before humans came here, the forest prepared.
Do we come to see the trees?
Or do the trees come to see us now that we are ready?
Now we are prepared.
Hiking up to the peak, wildflower meadows greeted me. Clustered by a glacial brook, the flowers jetted from the earth, dotting the green hills with pink and blue blossoms.
This oasis from the rocky hills beyond gave me a moment of solitude and peace. I reflected on my journey thus far.
As always, I was excited to see what lay around the corner.
The secrets of the river lay around the bend….
Wildfires cast an eerie mist over the hills.
“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in,” – Anthem by Leonard Cohen
Up on the slopes of the mountain, the trees grow tall and straight– but never taller than than the lonesome peak between the pines.