Practical Immortality

John Muir
John Muir

As long as I live I’ll hear the birds and the winds and the waterfalls sing. I’ll interpret the rocks and learn the language of flood and storm and avalanche. I’ll make the acquaintance of the wild gardens and the glaciers and get as near to the heart of this world as I could. And so I did. I sauntered about from rock to rock, from grove to grove, from stream to stream, and whenever I met a new plant I would sit down beside it for a minute or a day, to make its acquaintance, hear what it had to tell. I asked the boulders where they had been and whither they were going, and when night found me, there I camped. I took no more heed to save time or to make haste than did the trees or the stars. This is true freedom, a good, practical sort of immortality.

Grand Teton Reflection, Yellowstone
Grand Teton Reflection, Yellowstone
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3 thoughts on “Practical Immortality

    1. Tom, your comment came in while I was writing Whispering to God, in light of this it seems your comment was prescient. Coincidental?

      I will visit your blog soon–today, and will link it here for others to find as well.

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