Friday, October 3, 2014

Transformation

Another September is gone. My personal ups and downs in September were pretty nearly as varied as our weather.  I spent a week in Yosemite National Park, which I love.  In a whole other life, I bought my first pack of cigarettes at Yosemite.  I don't smoke now.

If you've poked around here at all, you know how much I love nature - all the sky, trees, stars, mountains, birds, meadows, beasts and tiny insects.  I also love forest rangers, and especially the ranger naturalists.  I think I should have been one.  One of the joys of visiting a National Park or State Park for me is going to ranger programs, you know like campfires with talks about bears, moonlit nature walks, stuff like that.

There's a pretty broad selection of programs at Yosemite, even late in the season.  I was a little disconcerted to attend an evening naturalist lecture by an employee of the corporation that runs the concessions at Yosemite now.  She was clearly no ranger.  And she even got in a little dig at the inefficiency of government agencies.   But on the opposite end of the spectrum, I got to take a geology-themed walk with National Park Service Ranger Shelton Johnson.  Johnson was the featured ranger in the Ken Burns documentary about the national parks, and he won the 2009 Freeman Tilton Award for interpretation by a National Park Service employee.  

Ranger Johnson spoke of the geological forces that formed Yosemite, and he spoke of how long it takes geological things to transpire, how old the stones are, and what's in the dirt.  He indicated that to the granite cliffs at Yosemite the 2000 year old giant sequoias are infants.  In the blink of an eye, or a single frame, our human lives come and go.  At the same time I was on the walk with Ranger Johnson, the wind picked up in the meadows in Yosemite's high country, and a small fire exploded into a big fire.  Over the crest of Half Dome we could see the giant plume of white billowing smoke turning to brown and glowing below.

The ranger talked about how fires are just part of the natural cycle.  Most Septembers bring fires to Yosemite, and the seeds of the giant sequoia never germinate until they are exposed to the heat of a forest fire. The ranger talked about transformation - how everything is becoming something else.  The granite mountains become the soil; the acorns become trees or food.  We become earth and star stuff.

  I hate change.  I hate getting old - the relative unattractiveness of  older flesh, and the fact that my legs don't move as well as they used to, and the difference in the way people perceive me.  I hate that things aren't the way they used to be.  I hate that people and animals die and that places close and get remodeled, and that everything from children's birthdays to weddings is grossly overdone.  I hate that people have given up up on comfortable clothing and natural appearances, that teenage girls wear make up and heels and push-up bras and that men remove their chest hair. I hate how polarized and uncivil politics has become.

Although I hate change, I'm thinking that I can embrace transformation.  I'm not deteriorating; I'm just becoming something else.  The world isn't going to hell in a hand basket; it's being born anew.


11 comments:

  1. Very beautiful paintings Barbara, lovely to see them today!
    Observing the change, accepting it and then enjoying the new is the key to peaceful life I guess.

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  2. Likely the hand basket didn't choose the road to hell, but I still have quibbles with the route.

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  3. Thank you lovely readers/commenters. I also probably should have put in a good word for the Yosemite Conservancy, with its volunteer naturalists and its wonderful Art Center.

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  4. There's plenty of stuff to HATE in life. That's why I especially hate those who spread the news of ,"don't hate!" Idiots! (imho) So feel free to hate this or that!

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    1. I try not to hate people. I think "hate" is just a word; I use it indiscriminately, as I use "love" and other more colorful words.

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  5. Did you camp or did you stay in one of the hotels? I was looking into visiting but it sounded impossible (at least on-line) then that fire. I don't know. And yes., what is it about places that close and get remodeled or town down and buildings that are four stories replace one stories and you can no longer see the mountain range you've known your entire life.

    Oh yes, the fact that pube plucking is the norm, only furthers the notion that youth is over valued. In a kind of sick way.

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    1. I stayed in a Curry Village tent cabin. Uncharacteristically, I made the reservation a few months in advance. There is also Campground 4 which takes no reservations.

      And I think you're completely right about other stuff that is wrong.

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  6. I didn't mention it but the bottom watercolor of the mules is inspiring. What is not right about that.

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    1. Thanks. I cropped it; there's more to it that it looks better without.

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  7. love your paintings and enjoyed reading you.

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