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{"id":7011,"date":"2014-07-12T07:00:20","date_gmt":"2014-07-12T12:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/allergicpagan\/?p=7011"},"modified":"2014-07-11T09:00:36","modified_gmt":"2014-07-11T14:00:36","slug":"the-allergic-pagan-at-play-wild-nature-as-soul-food","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/allergicpagan\/2014\/07\/12\/the-allergic-pagan-at-play-wild-nature-as-soul-food\/","title":{"rendered":"The Allergic Pagan at Play: “wild” nature as soul food"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\u201cEverybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014 John Muir, The Yosemite<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014 John Muir, Our National Parks<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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\u201cGarden of the Gods\u201d, Shawnee National Forest, IL<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A few weeks ago, I went camping with my family to Shawnee National Forest<\/a> in southern Illinois over the summer solstice weekend.\u00a0 Needless to say, it was hot, even in the shade.\u00a0 For once my allergies weren\u2019t that bad.\u00a0 And we were oddly free of mosquitos and other biting insects, although my 11-year old daughter was freaked out by the many, many Daddy longlegs. \u00a0But my 15-year old son griped incessantly about hiking \u2026 before, during, and after our 4 hour hike. \u00a0Then we got lost on the hike and had to turn back (I hate turning back).\u00a0 I forgot the camp chairs, which made sitting around the fire less than comfortable.\u00a0 And then, on the way back home, we realized we had gotten into poison ivy \u2014 which I am just now getting over.\u00a0 It was enough to make me wonder why I drove 12 hours round trip to do this.\u00a0 Well \u2026 not really.<\/p>\n

In fact, even while I sat at home scratching my poison ivy, I never once regretted the trip.\u00a0 I enjoyed every minute of it.\u00a0 And I wondered what it was about this experience that that I find so satisfying.\u00a0 The vistas were beautiful.\u00a0 We saw some fascinating rock formations.\u00a0 And I loved climbing on the rocks.\u00a0 But it was more than that.\u00a0 I just loved being in the woods.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t like I had any profound \u201cdouble rainbow experiences\u201d this time either.\u00a0 I was just that, before the trip, I felt a profound longing to get into the woods again.\u00a0 While we were there, I felt like I was right where I needed to be.\u00a0 And when we left, I felt really satisfied, kind of like like I had eaten a really good meal, but in a spiritual sense.\u00a0 Why is that?<\/p>\n

The answer occurred to me as I was reading Aldous Huxley\u2019s essay, \u201cOne and Many\u201d<\/a>.\u00a0 Huxley (the author of\u00a0Brave New World<\/em>) writes that we moderns are alienated from the instinctive, \u201cpassional\u201d, and intuitive side of our being, and we emphasize instead on our intellectual side.\u00a0 As a result, we value abstract, intellectual knowledge over what Huxley calls direct, participative knowledge.\u00a0 He compares the former to an instrument, like a hammer or a knife, and the latter to food.\u00a0 Direct physical knowledge, writes Huxley, is \u201ca nourisher of life\u201d. \u201cOur present tendency,\u201d he says, \u201cis to overvalue the instrument and undervalue the food which alone an give us the vital power and health to use the instrument properly.\u201d \u201c[O]ur excessive love for that abstract knowledge of the general and the uniform \u2026 enables us to explain and predict and organize and do so many other useful things, but gives us, alas! no sustenance by which we may live.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201c\u2026 there is no psychical nourishment to be drawn from the abstract, instrumental knowledge so much appreciated in a society like out own.\u00a0 Souls are only nourished by a direct participative knowledge of things, by an immediate physical contact, by a relationship involving will, desire, and feeling. \u00a0 (And incidentally, if those who pursue instrumental knowledge do sometimes succeed in deriving a kind of nourishment from their files and screwdrivers, that is due to the fact that they are filled with a passion for these tools, that they pursue their abstractions with appetite and a sort of sensuality.)\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cTo live,\u201d writes Huxley, \u201cthe soul must be in immediate contact with the world, must assimilate it through all the channels of sense and desire, thought and feeling, which nature has provided for the purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Me, standing in front of an unusual rock formation, 320 million years old<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

That\u2019s why I felt such a need to get into the woods and why I felt so satisfied when we left, in spite of the heat, poison ivy, and other inconveniences \u2014 or maybe because of them.\u00a0 My everyday world is the world of the instrument.\u00a0 Everything has has a function for me, easily controlled.\u00a0 Everything is a tool, ready-at-hand for my use.\u00a0 My everyday world is what Martin Heidegger called a \u201cstanding reserve\u201d<\/a> \u2014 it appears to me not as a thing-in-itself, but as a resource for my appropriation.\u00a0 When I go into the woods, though, I encounter a world that is there not for me, but for itself.\u00a0 It is a world that seems much more indifferent to my existence than the ready-made world of tools I left behind.\u00a0 In the world of the woods, my sensual self takes the forefront, and my intellectual self takes a back seat.\u00a0 My primary experience of the world in the woods is the direct, participative knowledge Huxley talks about, instead of the abstract, instrumental knowledge.\u00a0 This, I think is why I enjoy hiking so much.\u00a0 I\u2019m not walking to get some place.\u00a0 I am walking to walk \u2014 to be in the woods and to feel myself in my own body, to throw myself up against the world (as I have written elsewhere<\/a>).\u00a0 And this is why I leave the woods feeling satisfied, just like a hunger has been sated \u2014 because it has: a soul-hunger, a hunger for direct, sensory-rich contact with the world.<\/p>\n

But it occurs to me that the line between my ordinary instrumental world and the sense-rich world of \u201cnature\u201d is a very subjective one.\u00a0 For one thing, I was in a national park, which is only \u201cwild\u201d by a matter of degree.\u00a0 Above, I contrasted my everyday ready-made world of \u201ctools\u201d and the world of the woods which exists not for me, but for itself.\u00a0 But a lot of the the national park was \u201cinstrumentalized\u201d, so to speak.\u00a0 We drove in on paved roads.\u00a0 We camped in a prepared campsite.\u00a0 Water was available from a pump.\u00a0 There were latrines.\u00a0 We hiked on trails which were marked (although not as well as I would have liked).\u00a0 But, in spite of this, the world of the woods was different enough from my everyday experience that I could transition from my instrumental mode of being to the participative mode of being.<\/p>\n

To one person, farmland might seem \u201cwild\u201d, at least in comparison with the urban setting they might be more familiar with.\u00a0 To another person, a state park is more of a human environment than a \u201cnatural\u201d one.\u00a0 So, if the difference between these two worlds is merely a matter of degree and if the distinction is largely subjective, then that means it is possible to experience the participative mode of being in my everyday world.\u00a0 All that it requires is \u201cunfamiliarizing\u201d myself with that everyday world.\u00a0 (Easier said than done!)\u00a0 There is so much that I take for granted, that my gaze passes casually over, that I rush past.\u00a0 There are birds and trees and dirt and worms and sunlight and wind just outside my air-conditioned office window.\u00a0 I walk by these things every day.\u00a0 I see them through the glass windows of my little cages: my home, my car, my office.\u00a0 Even when I am outside, how often do I pause to really see them, much less touch them or smell them?<\/p>\n

Would it be \u00a0possible to stand in my suburban yard or even in a concrete parking lot and have the same sensual experience of participation that I have in the woods? \u00a0Surely it would be more difficult, but not impossible, I think.\u00a0 Perhaps this is what John Muir meant when he wrote:<\/p>\n

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\u201cTo the sane and free it will hardly seem necessary to cross the continent in search of wild beauty, however easy the way, for they find it in abundance wherever they chance to be.\u00a0 Like Thoreau they see forests in orchards and patches of huckleberry brush, and oceans in ponds and drops of dew.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And perhaps this is why children seem to have so much wonder at our mundane world: it has not yet become instrumental for them; they have not yet learned to control it, and so, they have not forgotten how to see it. Annie Dillard writes:<\/p>\n

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\u201cAn infant who has just learned to hold up his head has a frank and forthright way of gazing about him in bewilderment. He hasn\u2019t the faintest clue where he is, and he aims to find out. In a couple of years, what he will have learned instead is how to fake it: he\u2019ll have the cocksure air of a squatter who has come to feel he owns the place. Some unwonted, taught pride diverts us from our original intent, which is to explore the neighborhood, view the landscape, to discover at least where it is that we have been so startlingly set down, if we can\u2019t learn why.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

So this is going to be my challenge: to explore the neighborhood \u2014 figuratively and literally \u2014 to find \u201cthe woods\u201d in my own backyard, in the neighborhood retention pond, in the parking lot of my office building.<\/p>\n

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