"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean." John Muir
I like to think that this quote by John Muir sums up my thoughts about nature and the importance of getting back to one's native, primal roots. We are creatures built for fresh air and great expanses of open country beckoning to be wandered in. It is crucial for us to find a place that is filled with nothing but uncluttered, crowd-free, slow-paced, wind-whispering solitude. Quiet.
I find myself becoming so overwhelmed, and at times I will admit underwhelmed, with the hustle and bustle of modern life in a society that values a job quickly done. I personally just don't buy into the hype - the so-called "beauty" of a busy city street lined with sky scrapers and spattered with chewed and discarded gum. While some find that they are most at home in the grey, steel and concrete jungle, I find a part of myself that is repulsed by what has become the "norm". I tend to shy away from crowds and from things and places that I identify as being so far removed from the natural world in which I feel that I belong.
John Muir speaks truth. Not only was he a great naturalist and an advocate of the preservation of America's wilderness, but he was wise in his understanding of the essence of human need for open spaces and the wild country. I need to disconnect from society and from the pull of modern life at times. In fact, I may be so bold as to say that we ALL do. There are weeks that I look ahead to the coming weekend with a giddy excitement like a child awaiting a much-anticipated gift from a beloved parent. When the sun shoots its first rays of light over the horizon, I am ready with gear packed into the back of a black F-150, speeding towards the mountains and the chance to just simply BE in the great outdoors. I seek a place in which I may wander for days without encountering another human being. I search for a breathtaking view and the feel of a mountain breeze of fresh air blowing against my skin. An uncluttered landscape. Very few sounds to fill my consciousness.
Yep. John Muir had it so right.