For those who have joined in many walks throughout the year, we feel a special fondness. Together we have experienced this mountain, this river and all the variables of weather and people over the past twelve months. Since last June, we crunched through leaves, got lost (briefly), got wet, warmed up, broke rules, slowed down and paid attention in a new way.
The walks were an aesthetic full court press. Talk about engagement. The original questions: Who and what is nature? and Who and what makes art? are answered. Here are the closing questions: What is ephemeral? What remains? I believe an experience that develops tendrils of connection--to a moment, to a place and to a community--offers an answer.
I am grateful to every person whose participation made them happen.
Comments from the final walk follow.
entering the Quiet Zone
Wonderful spring trees.
Breeze stirring in the branches
Tall, blossoming tree.
Birds all around
Tweeting a sweet sound
But when I came back from the view,
there was no song at all.
-O. P. age 8
I like the way last year's leaves are crushes into the stones on the path.
Bleu Blanc Vert
Thank you. This was such an awesome experience on so many levels: smells, sounds, sights, the breeze, the streams. "every moment is made glorious..."- Rumi
Bring the walks to Jersey! Make 'em longer! Rock on. Dig the quiet----need more of that.
A deeper green surrounded us. The river was streaked with pale blue lines--currents, breezes, wakes, the Shawagunk escarpment distinct in the view.
Feet make too much noise. I wanted to tell the birds to be silent. My camera made too much noise and flash. Follow the yellow hat. Trees! GREAT to finally make it!!
Dappled sunshine, gnats, train horns drifting up from the Hudson. Awesome!
Although my first, it was the 12th walk on the 12th night, a celebration of the fulfilled commitment to merge the boundaries of art with the cycles of nature over a year's span of time. Congratulations!
So beautiful yet so...sad. Thanks for an experience that will last for years.
thinking of the song that has the line "gonna feed my soul where the blacktop ends"
We always end the walks with conversation and a bit of refreshment,
but this time, we also celebrated with a closing reception at 2 Alice's coffee house.