13 Aug (Sun) ◦◦◦◦◦ Just coming up on the Fremont junction, passing through those meadows, still lush in August. Crossed a singing brook (more of a humming brook, actually) lined with currant & grass & sedge & flowers assorted. It was late afternoon by this time and the sun was slanting in low from just over the ridge top. Had to stop and gaze upon what I saw there: the little brook, flowing right toward me and across the trail, was lined both sides with blooming columbines, red and yellow against the green-green greenery. Shadowy, dark backdrop. To top it all off, a yellow and black tiger swallowtail butterfly was dangling under a columbine flower, sipping away. Such colors, all together. This intimate scene was backlit such that the heavenly light was shining through its wings and the flowers and arching dangling sedge and grass leaves tangled in graceful lines. Ripples on the water reflected a liquid gold that complimented the gentle sound. Everything was suffused with this semi-divine glow and the burbly little brook song gave it that extra sensory boost. Just another trailside nature-vignette on a summer Sierra afternoon. Dime a dozen in the highcountry, no? All ya gotta do is look up from time to time. But this was different…”one of those times.” For a moment there the scales fell from my eyes and I glimpsed perfection—I could actually see it and knew. It hit me hard. (Love it when that happens….) ◦◦◦◦◦
Quote written inside the cover of this volume of The Piute Log:
“Patience is the most difficult thing of all and the only thing that is worth learning. All nature, all growth, all peace, everything that flowers and is beautiful in the world depends on patience, requires time, silence, trust, and faith in long-term processes which far exceed any single lifetime, which are accessible to the insight of no one person, and which in their totality can be experienced only by peoples and epochs, not by individuals.”
—Hermann Hesse
©2020 Tim Forsell 24 Jul 2020
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