September 15, 2012 § 1 Comment

“Where are you going?” I asked.
“The middle of nowhere.”
“I thought this was it.”
“Nah.” You shook your head. “This is just the edge.”  – Lucy Christopher

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View from Mogollon rim


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“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.” – Haruki Murakami

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Mogollon Rim


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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.” – Hermann Hesse

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Lifting Fog, Mogollon Rim


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“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn”  – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Mogollon Rim road fog


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“I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I watched the light grow reddish across the misty pools, and listened to the troubled voice of the water. After a while I moved farther up the hill, where I could hear birds singing near and far in the silence of the trees. The presence of the trees was very strong…The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep, rooted silence: the awe of them came on me, the religion.”  – Ursula Le Guin

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View from Vista Point


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“What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in,
whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to
whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly
understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound
understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital
role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain
future that is unfolding.”  – Jim Robbins

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“Planting trees, I myself thought for a long time, was a feel-good thing, a nice but feeble response to our litany of modern-day environmental problems. In the last few years, though, as I have read many dozens of articles and books and interviewed scientists here and abroad, my thinking on the issue has changed. Planting trees may be the single most important ecotechnology that we have to put the broken pieces of our planet back together.”  – Jim Robbins

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Mogollon Rim on the horizon


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“The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do his best to, even though he suspected that his child’s words and child’s deeds didn’t make much difference. It had stood there before he was born, and would be standing there after he was dead, but perhaps, even so, it was pleased that he stroked its bark every time he passed, and sometimes, when he was sure he wasn’t observed, even pressed his cheek against it.”  – Karl Ove Knausgard

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Oak Creek Canyon above Sedona


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I’m such a fan of nature, and being with the trees every day fills me with joy.”  – Scott Blume

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Forest fire smoke side canyon of Sycamore Canyon


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“When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.”  – Jodi Thomas

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Mogollon Rim Small Stream


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“Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.”  – Gaston Bachelard

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§ One Response to Edge.

  • David Crews says:

    Thanks for loving the trees. I have held them in wonder and appreciation since first seeing quiet and mysterious pine forests as a child and wondering who those people were.
    I always speak to the trees and, yes, sometimes stroke their bark. A tree once gave me a complete story, for some trees have active spirits with whom one can interact in shamanic ways.
    I just recently communed with two immense and gnarled cottonwoods in Capitol Reef NP, guarding and shading their oasis of green grass.
    Trees are a reflection of the spirit realm in this world, just, as I suspect, we are a reflection in theirs.
    Blessings and Light!

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