September 29th, 2009

John Muir in the Sierra

"...Here also at a height of about twenty-five hundred feet we come to the edge of the great coniferous forest, made up mostly of yellow pine with just a few sugar pines.  We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.  Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees.and rocks in the waves of the sun,--a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.  Just now I can hardly conceive of any bodily condition dependent on food or breath any more than the ground or sky.  How glorious a conversion, so complete and wholesome it is, scarce memory enough of old bondage days left as a standpoint to view it from!  In this newness of life we seem to have been so always."     John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra, 1911. pp.20-21.