Life consists of wildness. The most alive is the wildest.
Not yet subdued by man, its presence refreshes him. . .
When I would re-create myself, I enter the darkest wood,
the thickest and most interminable. . .
I enter a sacred place, a Sanctum sanctorum.
There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.
~Henry D. Thoreau
In his work, THE BOOK OF CREATION, J. Philip Newell reminds his readers that “the Book of Genesis portrays all things as being born out of the wild wind that swept over the face of the waters.” Perhaps that’s why since ancient times there have been woods and rivers, seas and such, that have been considered sacred by holy men. Primordial wilderness places were not only revered but also sought out by these holy men for the purpose of meditation and worship. Thankfully earth is still filled with wild places “not yet subdued by man,” where anyone can see, running free, the divine’s creative forces, forces that refresh the spirit and touch the “marrow” of life. In Thoreau’s “Sanctum sanctorum” the creating voice of God yet reverberates, and an impetus that prevents stagnancy and lack of purpose exists for all in it.
The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy. ~Isaiah 35:1-2 ✝