Barry Lopez writes that if we hope to succeed in the endeavor of protecting natures other than our own, "it will require that we reimagine our lives.... It will require of many of us a humanity we've not yet mustered, and a grace we were not aware we desired until we had tasted it."
And yet no endeavor could be more crucial at this moment. Protecting the land that once provided us with our genesis may turn
out to be the only real story there is for us. The land still provides
our genesis, however we might like to forget that our food comes from
dank, muddy earth, and that the oxygen in our lungs was recently inside a
leaf, and that every newspaper or book we pick up...is made from the
hearts of trees that died for the sake of our imagined lives. What you
hold in your hands [when you hold a book] is consecrated air and time
and sunlight and, first of all, place. Whether we are leaving it or
coming into it, it's here that matters, it is place. Whether we
understand where we are or don't, that is the story: To be here or not
to be. Storytelling is as old as our need to remember where the water is,
where the best food grows, where we find our courage for the hunt. It's
as persistent as our desire to teach our children how to live in this
place that we have known longer than they have. Our greatest and
smallest explanations for ourselves grow from place, as surely as
carrots grow from dirt. I'm presuming to tell you something that I could
not prove rationally but instead feel as a religious faith. I can't
believe otherwise.
Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder
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Wonderful words, and photo...I never feel like I'm seeing one that I've seen before, so I'm amazed at your beautiful creations. Thank you.
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