place for larks.
In wilderness, we are defined by the body, not the mind.
Yet, still, I, you, we.
1. to feel or express sorrow or regret for.
2. to mourn for or over.
3. to feel, show, or express grief.
4. a formal expression of sorrow or mourning, in verse or song;
an elegy or dirge.
Synonyms for lament: bewail, bemoan, deplore.
Synonyms for wilderness: desert, waste, wild.
Gates of the Arctic is one of these.
And what is a synonym for wild?
My brother. He would love it here. If only he could see this. The
horizon belongs to Rothko. Rothko, who committed suicide after
completing his chapel in Houston. Fourteen canvases. Purple
in one light; black in another; maroon at dawn. When I stood
before one of Rothko’s panels at dusk, the north painting, it be-
came a portal — a wilderness — an ocean — the universe. And
for a moment, I was unafraid of death.
Our species is committing suicide—that is a choice—and in
the process, we are causing others pain.
Who cares about this wilderness?
This glorious indi=erence?
In the afternoon, I began crossing a deep, dry creek bed that if
followed would lead to the river below our camp when I noticed
a thin line of water had begun trickling down from the snowfield
above. I decided to wait for the rivulet and see how long it took
to reach me, and when it did, I walked with the water, stopping
now and again to watch the water pool behind a small gathering
of stones until more drops from the melting snowpack joined
them. The water pooled long enough to raise red birch leaves
like boats until they, too, spilled over the tiny ledge of a flat rock
in a rush of water, gaining momentum as the trail of snow tears
widened and pooled again, eventually filling half the streambed,
advancing pebbles along its way. And as I followed the leading
edge of the rivulet that was now accepting rain, I could hear its
faint, emerging voice, announcing itself to the river.
It is in our nature to survive.
My brother will survive.