A friend pointed out to me an article in The Conservationist, a circular that encompasses New York State wildlife. An Emerson fan, she thought of me when the author of an article spoke of Emerson. Naturally drawn to Emerson, I looked up the article, Chomping at Nature’s Bit by Eli Knapp. There it was. “Adapt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”
I can agree with this concept. Nature is very patient. She wait for us to mess up, then she calmly takes over. Paved roads break up while she takes over. Brush grows up in fields that the farmer has kept plowed, our neglect becomes her tapestry.
I have forbidden the groundhog hunt here on our civilized patch. Build more garden, share it, I say (I’m not the one building the garden, easy for me to say). Then again, if you need to remove them, do not ever let me know. I cannot bear the thought. I’m definitely a human heart here, while they live on instinct, and the reality of the world is that, if we want to keep our crops for harvest, we need to limit their “help” in harvesting!
Back to the subject at hand, Emerson and Nature. I encourage you to read his essay. Absorb it. Be patient with it.
In patience, I seek a word from this essay to inspire you, my readers, to seek. Difficult at the least, I send you this: Nature is loved by what is best in us. It is loved as the city of God. I dare not say more, at least, not now. Emerson is difficult in that we cannot take mere quotes and have them realized in and of themselves, they must be coupled with the rest of the essay. The one thing I have learned from Emerson can bring my defeat as his follower: Lay this volume down. You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite. Then let me lay this volume down, and step outdoors where my dog absorbs nature, she is my lesson. As are the birds, the groundhog, and the breeze which blows against my face.