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 power within.
the path is whatever passes—no
end in itself.
the end is,
the proof of the within.
~ Gary Snyder, Turtle Island
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