"There are larger rhythms than just our human rhythms. It's when we think our rhythms are the only noise, that's when we get in trouble. How do we stop jabbering long enough to hear something beyond ourselves?" ~John Hay
"In
any instant the sacred may wipe you with its finger." ~ Annie
Dillard
I’ve had a hard time
getting my thoughts together about David Gessner’s The Prophet of Dry
Hill: Lessons from a Life in Nature. As I
understand it, Gessner began the project intending to write a biography of John
Hay, the naturalist author who lived and wrote on Cape Cod in the Twentieth
Century. Lived and wrote may be an
understatement in Hay’s case, as it seems John Hay embodied all that was best
about Cape Cod prior to its being infected with the cultural equivalent of small pox. Eventually, Gessner decides to write mostly a recording
of his conversations with Hay instead of a true biography.
So many ideas are
presented and in such a tangential, conversational way that it has
taken me about a week to begin to get a handle on them. The most important
idea I took away from these conversations is that we keep getting it all so wrong. Generation after generation, we mindlessly misunderstand our role
here and in so doing continue to defile the planet. We keep running
after the wrong things: money, power, prestige, control,
domination, chasing the ever-illusive golden fleece when the
whole time we simply should be tending the sheep. John Hay was one
of few people who realized this, thus the word prophet in the title,
bringing to mind something Enrique Martinez Celaya said when Krista
Tippet interviewed him a few months ago:
"The prophet is not a martyr or mystic who seeks transcendence but one who
turns humbly and curiously toward the world." I would ask that we all try to remember that
anything that is beautiful even for one moment and touches the soul of just one
person has value and purpose and deserves to be treated with respect.
2 comments:
Sometimes it is hard to concentrate fully on tough books when we are reading for pleasure. I get it when books don't quite speak to me. My Sunday Salon
I read this one as part of my morning devotions, so that made it easier in a way because I read it in pieces but also made it take a long time to get through.
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