Wandering through the peaks and valleys of belief, passion, and all that other good and terrible stuff

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life. -John Muir

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God’s Grandeur

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Reading…

…Holy the Firm, by Annie Dillard.

Posted on September 18, 2010January 5, 2016Categories WanderingLeave a comment on Reading…

My Home Away From Home

Posted on September 18, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Canada, Places, WanderingLeave a comment on My Home Away From Home

Oh, Canada!

Posted on September 18, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Canada, Places, WanderingLeave a comment on Oh, Canada!

East of the Mountains

Posted on August 30, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Places, Wandering, WashingtonLeave a comment on East of the Mountains

Camano Island

Posted on July 9, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Places, Wandering, WashingtonLeave a comment on Camano Island

But now I only hear / Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar

But now I only hear / Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar

Post Title from Dover Beach, by Matthew Arnold

Posted on July 7, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Places, Wandering, WashingtonLeave a comment on But now I only hear / Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar

Westport

Posted on July 7, 2010January 5, 2016Categories Places, Wandering, WashingtonLeave a comment on Westport

He says it better than me…

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. -John Muir

Posted on July 2, 2010January 5, 2016Categories WanderingLeave a comment on He says it better than me…