Along with the Wendell Berry poem, “The Peace of Wild Things,” which a number of people have sent to me in the last week and a half, this gorgeous little film has gone a long way toward reorienting me. Nobody says it better than John Muir when it comes to nailing down why nature is the genuine nurturer.
I would love the sound of a waterfall or rapids right about now. Sigh…
Well, the rain’s a comin’. Guess that’ll have to do … ☔️
Yep. It’s been too long since I went for a hike. Maybe TGiving weekend.