Rose Dickson
14 September 2008
1203 to 1256 hours
Stream bank about 100 meters SW of the globe at Riverfront Park. Salem, OR, USA
73 degrees, clear skies
I’m sitting on the rocky riverbank, my feet in front of me and the world at my back. I sit patiently in still silence; my body absorbing the warmth from the sunbathed rocks, my eyes and mind alert. I allow the chilling current to sweep over my bare toes. As I sit in observation the story of the Salem Riverfront comes alive to me. I find instead of in books and on the web, it lies within the crevasse of a rock or the root of a tree. The story is not of man, but of how nature has developed and grown over the ages. Man is only an influence, as flood waters and soil are influence. I dig my fingertips deep into the soil of the earth and I examine each speckle of dirt stuck to my hand. I’m in awe as I wonder what each tiny speck could contribute to unraveling the story. Some pieces of the soil look very dark as some seem lighter, some red and some tan. Nature is a story being told by those who influence it. As a part of society I feel compelled to walk with nature hand in hand. To gladly use what our earth provides as well as give back to it what we consume. As individuals couldn’t we down size our materialistic wants? Do we need all our extra accessories? With our extras today we are taking away our children’s necessities for tomorrow. The accessibility has become so small because of the lack of pure wild. Buildings are suffocating natural habitat and life.
If people would take the time to listen to what nature is telling us and think more critically, together we could create a sustainable earth and a healthy global environment. I am committed to do my part
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