I've got that crazy-eyed look from too much work as I make my way towards the freedom and relief of wild spaces.
Traveling along route 660 West, I near the canyon during the last hour of this sunny day. A couple of ravens are flying high. I feel their welcome.
Upon my arrival at Leonard Harrison State Park I visit one of my favorite trees; a stunted American chestnut.
I'm greeted by chickadees.
Winter sun shines bright from westward angle, illuminating evergreen boughs of Eastern hemlock in poetic fashion.
Farther along the path, I've found a comfortable nook against the bark of a triple-trunked oak near Otter View Vista.
While squirrel chatter and the trickle of frozen crystal springs fills the air, peace fills my heart.
Once more I am at home with my wild neighbors in this wild space.
Nessmuk's "green woods and crystal springs" are Muir's "mountains" are Leopold's "land."
These wild spaces are places of endless discovery. They are places for finding God, self, and community.
Let the peace I've found here inspire my living, that, with the help of God and others, I may always cherish and protect God's precious gift of biodiversity.