I'm dashing off a quick thought this morning before class, based upon my experiences of recent days down at Robert Moses beach.Why is it that so many people wander to the beach, or the mountains, a lake or the woods for solace?
What is it about landscapes and horizons that connects with us? I don't know.
But it has occurred to me recently that when I walk across a woods, or along an empty shoreline, that I am looking within life itself. And seeing my own soul. These natural, beautiful places point within, to deep and vast vistas of internal human drama.
And I wonder, like the physical landscapes created by all the force and violence of nature, can all that beauty of a windswept soul remain hidden forever? Will all that wonder, and desire to be seen and understood, be lost to history?
Or, is there something in nature, and in the order of things that demands that those vast landscapes too will be revealed someday, for all to contemplate and share in wonder?
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