Two years and two days ago….

The Remove

I sat inside the steel and glass monstrosity and watched the people walking past.  Everyone was going somewhere.  They were returning or leaving and found themselves all there, as I did, waiting or having waited.  We were dressed in our fineries, or not; we were in a hurry, or not.  Our faces held an eagerness or impatience with too little time, or we were in a set and staid complacency, as we had surrendered ourselves to wait.  Patience was no longer needed.  We just were and our time would come as it had for the rest.

I looked out through the large windows and beyond the technology that was in the foreground, beyond and beyond the miles between here/there and the object of my gaze.

A few hours earlier, I was out and among the mountains and streams, walking down earthen pathways that were wet with life and rich and gray and sandy and mulched and fine, and trees of every and sundry sort shaded my walking and allowed, too, the sun to shine on my pathway, to illuminate the great undergrowth and broad leaves and needles, nettle-like weeds of slight and fine stalk and stem and little branches and huge, fallen and leaning and upright in their rotting and decay.

Life was full and birds drifted and alighted sometimes and not, and the stream/river crashed over rocks and boulders and ran into side pools in their clean-ness, the large mess of aquamarine and clear and green and blue and white in its rushing and crashing in tons and gallons and my heart and soul wanted to stand there and stay there forever, being fed as they were with a food or nourishment so strange and beautiful and foreign to my desert-living self.

The greens were rich and lush beyond the holding of our dreams and the air was fresh with some kind of natural perfume, a fragrance wrought in the heady blooms of wildflowers and shrubs that found their anchors or homes in shaded caves and coves beneath large and tall pines and firs and oaks and cottonwoods and aspens.

I don’t know if I had ever seen streams or rivers running down the sides of mountains before that day, but I had now, or then, on that day, twice even, in their similar crevices or ravines among the rocks and tree-lined and covered mountain, a green sheet or blanket of trees covering that rich and fertile whatever with those ribbons of white and clean ice-cold foaming and bubbling tide that crashed over hundreds of yards from their beginnings in the craggy heights above.

If this land were to be my home, would all of this cause me to be happy?  Would it continue to nourish my soul when I was pressed and oppressed by life and money and the nothingness of work?

Would all of this add meaning to my temporal existence and make-up for areas that I felt were lacking?  Would I be fulfilled, or would it make me want to escape that much more?  Would its nearness make me yearn to leave hearth and home to be among the boulders and trees and rivers and deer and snakes and squirrels?

Would I crave their company more than others’?  Would I be drawn inside and away from those in my surround, seeking the company of myself over them – seeking the company of myself and away over them?  Or would they seek this hideaway from the everyday and nourish their arid souls here, too?  Would they treasure this natural sanctuary as I would and want to be in its raging stillness as I would and be so comforted in their awe and treasure it beyond words, taking refuge, as I would, in its splendor and remove?

I hope they would….

This is a Favorite Re-post from July, 2010…written after a visit to Salt Lake for a job interview in preparation for our eventual move to the area.  The words are from exactly two years ago today…and the photographs are from two days ago….  Thank you for visiting and for sharing in the natural beauty of my “new” home….

33 responses

  1. So, like . . . what happened? What did they do?

    July 17, 2012 at 9:23 am

    • They are here with me, and while they are not out in the the mountains and canyons nearly as often as I am for various reasons, they do find it incredibly beautiful…. 🙂

      July 17, 2012 at 9:28 am

      • . . . hence why you hike alone? . . . bastards!!

        July 17, 2012 at 9:33 am

        • Yeah, well…. 🙂

          July 17, 2012 at 9:47 am

  2. I hope that it continues to nourish your soul Scott. From your posts it seems to be working out and as your comment above indicates, you do get to share it on occassion with those that matter most. 🙂

    July 17, 2012 at 9:36 am

    • Thank you for your kind words, Chillbrook…and yes, I do get to occasionally share it with those who matter most…and their company out there always makes it that much more special….

      July 17, 2012 at 9:47 am

  3. Such beautiful words and images, Scott. Very stirring.

    July 17, 2012 at 10:57 am

    • Thank you very much, Melanie.

      July 18, 2012 at 6:51 am

  4. Reminds me of the John Denver song, “I Guess He’d Rather Be in Colorado”. You found your nirvana in Utah after a job move and I found mine after a flood move lol! Life is wonderful . . .

    July 17, 2012 at 11:21 am

    • It’s kinid of like that, Bonnie…would much rather be here…seems like something that you understand well. Thank you. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 6:52 am

  5. I am so happy for you, that you found your place in this world, and that you found your home. It doesn’t matter so much, when it happens. There are things that come earlier to some people, and later to others… some things come earlier, and some things come later. But there is nothing that can compare to loving the place around you. That is a very joyful experience. Your pictures are beautiful too.

    July 17, 2012 at 12:27 pm

    • Thank you for your words, Shimon…and it is truly a joyful experience loving the place around you. I’m glad you enjoyed the pictures, too. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 6:54 am

  6. And what overwhelming beauty that is Scott! You are truly fortunate. Beautiful, beautiful post.

    July 17, 2012 at 12:50 pm

    • Thank you, Madhu…I do feel so fortunate to be here…to be so close to it all….

      July 18, 2012 at 6:55 am

  7. James O.

    Thanks for sharing this. Beautifully done, Scott.

    July 17, 2012 at 1:17 pm

    • You’re welcome, James…and thank you for your nice words.

      July 18, 2012 at 6:56 am

      • James O.

        My pleasure.

        July 18, 2012 at 10:13 am

  8. Very well written. “Life was full”. 🙂 And such wonderful photos. A beautiful post.

    July 17, 2012 at 2:59 pm

    • Indeed…life was/is full…. Thank you, Bente…very kind words.

      July 18, 2012 at 6:57 am

  9. Utterly breathtaking, Scott. Hoping you manage to carry that beauty and refreshment with you throughout the in-between days.

    July 17, 2012 at 3:23 pm

    • Thank you, Gunta…and yes, I to manage to carry that beauty and refreshment with me on those in-between days…. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 6:59 am

  10. I’d guess that the landscape has never made you sorry that you moved. There’s nothing like going into the wilderness and finding-of all things-yourself!

    July 17, 2012 at 3:47 pm

    • No, Allen…the landscape never made me sorry that we moved…and that is part of the treasure in going out there, finding myself…just being. Thank you. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 7:02 am

  11. A cascade of poetic, beautiful words. Very moving in their wonder and joy; and some just-stunning photos, that perfectly match your mood and feelings. Your picture of the wild flower meadow is absolute perfection. Per-fec-tion.

    July 17, 2012 at 4:40 pm

    • Very special words, John…thank you….

      July 18, 2012 at 7:04 am

  12. Wonderful words & beautiful images too.

    July 18, 2012 at 2:37 am

    • Thank you, Victoria. 🙂

      July 18, 2012 at 7:05 am

  13. A rich and beautiful melding of words and images. I’m glad you re-posted this, Scott.

    July 18, 2012 at 8:34 pm

    • Thank you, Karen. 🙂

      July 19, 2012 at 6:45 am

  14. I’m glad you appreciate Utah, where I grew up, which I think is absolutely beautiful! Nature is soooooooo very healing and I’m pleased you are exploring. I have a lot of healing to do from recent health issues, and I can’t say enough about how nature and photography has helped. There is still so much for you to experience. If you like birds, you might enjoy the bird refuges here. I have been a few times this year to practice my ‘flying bird’ photography, although I’m not all that successful. I lived back east for a while, and when we were planning to move back, people asked why. When friends from there visited us here, they understood why – they couldn’t say enough about the beauty, especially the mountains – but there is so much more beauty. Enjoy as much as you can while you are here!

    July 24, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    • I do so appreciate the beauty and easy-access to nature that we have in Utah, Fergiemoto. I think I’ve actually been surprised how deeply it’s gotten into my being. I know it is healing for the “soul,” that inner core of ourselves that needs to be restored at times, so I can imagine that it would be healing in other ways, too. And you’re right…there is so much more to see and do here; I wonder if I’ve even scratched the surface…seems to go on forever. Thank you for the suggestion about the bird refuges; I’ve seen them on various maps and in other literature…and have added them to my ever growing to-do list. And yes, I will be enjoying as much of the natural world here as I can…. Thank you, Fergiemoto. 🙂

      July 25, 2012 at 7:12 am

  15. I’m impressed by the new Natural History Museum of Utah in Research Park at the UofU. I only got through about a third of it, so I need to return, but they have an impressive fossil collection, among other exhibits. I’m intrigued by dinosaur fossils and anxious to learn more about the findings in Utah.
    I also enjoy the Red Butte Gardens just to the north of the museum. It’s been a good place to educate myself on different plants and practice macro photography with plants and flowers. They also have an outdoor concert series that I’ve heard people say they enjoy.
    I recall a hike in Millcreek Canyon that I took several years ago when I was single. I don’t remember the name of the trail, but it was in June, there was still snow at the top and a beautiful crystal clear blue lake. It was gorgeous. I asked hubby and he thinks I hiked to Dog Lake. Have you been there?
    Anyway, I’ll try to pass along tidbits. If they don’t interest you or if you’ve already been there, you can just disregard the info.

    July 25, 2012 at 10:35 am

    • I most certainly appreciate the tidbits of interesting places to visit, Fergiemoto…while I’ve heard about some things, I know there’s quite a bit more out there to see and do. I have the Red Butte Gardens and the Museum on my to-do-list already. I’ve seen advertisements for both…and had similar thoughts as yours in regard to the macrophotograhpy with the flowers and plants. And yes, I have been to Dog Lake in Millcreek Canyon…several times, actually. It was my first hike in that canyon and a place that I take family visitors when they want to see our out-doors up here without too strenuous of a hike…and you’re right, absolutely gorgeous up there. I made the hike three times within about six weeks in September and October and found it incredible with the changing leaves and the reflections in the lake…just wonderful. Thank you again for all of the information…. 🙂

      July 26, 2012 at 7:00 am

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