My daughter Ali was asked by one of our church staff what she’d seen on vacation. She answered, “Trees.” She wasn’t complaining, at all. She said that it reminded her of “Brother Bear”, an animated movie where two Moose voiced by “Bob and Doug Mackenzie” play a game of “I spy” through the Alaskan Wilderness as they float down a river.
“I spy something green.”
“I spy something brown.”
“I spy something large.”
“I spy something tall.”
“I spy something..”
“Man, you are good at this.”
Our 2007 RV trip has been wondrously, wonderfully about trees. Old oaks, stately pines, arching firs, soaring coastal redwoods, and massive Sequoias.
Wendell Berry tells of walking through a grove of trees:
“There is a thought repeating itself in my mind: This is a great Work. This is a great Work. It occurs to me that my head has gone to talking religion, that it is going ahead more or less on its own, assenting to the Creation, finding it good, in the spirit of the first chapter of Genesis. For no matter the age or the hour, I am celebrating the morning of the Seventh day, I assent to my mind’s assent. It is a great Work—begun in the beginning, carried on until now, to be carried on, not by such process as men make or understand, but by ‘the kind of intelligence that enables grass seed to grow grass; the cherry stone to make cherries.’”
(Wendell Barry, cited in Brady and Neuzil, A Spiritual Field Guide: Meditations for the Outdoors, 48)