Mount St. Helens

Explore # 126 today. Thanks all!

 

I intended to capture and steal her soul. But she kept part of mine, too.

 

Every time I visit the mountains, a peace settles through me. I'm sure it has something to do with the sun warming my skin, a gentle breeze and walking for miles through such beautiful places. Not much grows taller than a few feet here and these lupins that carpet the ash are barely 5 inches off the ground. It's a harsh existence. But they fill the breeze with a sweet scent - counterpoint to the paths of desolate destruction we're following throughout the blast zone.

 

This trip makes Orion's 31st visit to St. Helens (and that's just counting those made with a camera, he points out), so Sarah and I were fortunate to make this visit with an expert guide. He's got quite a collection of photos of St. Helens that are well worth checking out.

 

Last weekend I stumbled across the poet Gary Snyder and thought this one was fitting:

 

the silence

of nature

within.

the power within.

the power

without.

the path is whatever passes—no

end in itself.

the end is,

grace—ease—

healing,

not saving.

singing

the proof

the proof of the within.

 

~ Gary Snyder, Turtle Island

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Taken on July 24, 2010