At Home in the Human Race

It’s been a while since I posted. Today, a friend shared this video with me, and I am compelled to share it with others. After watching Mr. Palmer speak, I felt a strange and good sense of something, and I just now realized what it is – that same feeling of home I get when I stand among the pines or at the top of a climb. Home with the rest of the human race, content with myself, hopeful.

A vision that stays with you always

George Steinbeck, after writing many novels and living many years, went in search of America. He desired to experience the heart of his country and to know it, in order that his works would reflect a true understanding of the place he claimed the ability to express to his readers. Of the Redwoods, he wrote:

“The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time….They carry their own light and shade. The vainest, most slap-happy and irreverent of men, in the presence of redwoods, goes under a spell of wonder and respect. Respect – that’s the word. One feels the need to bow to unquestioned sovereigns. I have known these great ones since my earliest childhood, have lived among them, camped and slept against their warm monster bodies, and no amount of association has bred contempt in me. And the feeling is not limited to me.”