Happy Earth Day, friends!

Last year I took a whole Earth Day to myself, hiking and spending time outdoors. I thought I’d make an annual tradition of it, but this year I’ll be indoors most of the day on Zoom classes instead. There will be a couple of free hours in the afternoon though, and I’m marking them out for the woods. Just the thought of time under the trees, the air scented with bluebells, will get me through the morning.

This week has been a roller coaster of insecurities and weariness. I had a glimpse of what it is going to be to study writing for the next few years and how I will need to be strong in my ideas and instincts while still being teachable. The experience shook me up a little, but fortunately, just when the doubts about my path started to creep in, words came to rescue me. I picked up The Living Mountain, Nan Shepherd’s acclaimed book about the Cairngorm mountains, and began reading Robert MacFarlane’s introduction. He puts great emphasis on the fact that Shepherd had a “modestly regional life,” but “she came to know her chosen place closely, …that closeness served to intensify rather than limit her vision.” She wrote differently than other writers of her time. A close male friend told her the book will be “difficult, perhaps,” to get published and closed off his note with a patronizing jab. The book languished for forty years and even now, beloved as it is by many, is difficult to describe. I was reading this out under the evening sky, out where God moves among the trees and whispers loud enough for me to hear, so maybe you will understand that a feeling formed inside of me, a determination to stay my course, to lean into what I know is my own voice and not be shamed by the limits of the world and experience I draw upon.

“To know fully even one field or one land is a lifetime’s experience. In the world of poetic experience it is depth that counts, not width. A gap in a hedge, a smooth rock surfacing a narrow lane, a view of a woody meadow, the stream at the junction of four small fields - these are as much as a man can fully experience.”

~Patrick Kavanagh (quoted in MacFarlane’s introduction)

Right now on this little patch of earth, I have marked the arrival of the first Honeybees, a Bumblebee Queen, the return of the Violet-backed Swallows, Nettles and Rhubarb and Plantain and a dozen other old friends. What a privilege it is to experience and know this land year after year, to be shaped by it and shape my words around it.

Small, slow, and deep is how I want to continue on.

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As a side note, I want to say that just because I don’t always write about current events here, doesn’t mean I don’t keep track of them or speak up about them, k? I care deeply about and participate in the work of justice in my own community and write about issues when I need to or feel I have something to add to the conversation. Thanks for understanding. xo

Gathered:

~ More on Nan Shepherd and The Living Mountain

~ Mads Mikkelson’s thoughts on ambition:

My approach to what I do in my job — and it might even be the approach to my life — is that everything I do is the most important thing I do. Whether it’s a play or the next film. It is the most important thing. I know it’s not going to be the most important thing, and it might not be close to being the best, but I have to make it the most important thing. That means I will be ambitious with my job and not with my career. That’s a very big difference, because if I’m ambitious with my career, everything I do now is just stepping-stones leading to something — a goal I might never reach, and so everything will be disappointing. But if I make everything important, then eventually it will become a career. Big or small, we don’t know. But at least everything was important.

~ Madeline Forman becomes a recording artist at 94. Have a listen to her at 17.

~ Last year’s (long!) Earth Day post.

Much love, friends.

tonia