"This something we call America lives not so much in political institutions as in its rocks and skies and seas." --Paul Strand, American photographer
This week marks the 100th anniversary of our national parks, iconic landmarks in our country's Treasury that belong to each of us, whether we are rich or poor. Each is a place of pilgrimage for the soul. Many think a remotely known artist named George Caitlin was the initial spark for the national park idea. In 1832 he wrote after visiting some Indian territories in the West, "By some great political policy of government... in a magnificent park, containing man and beast, in all the wildness and freshness of their nature's beauty." Perhaps Caitlin envisioned only one park, but his idea has blossomed into 450 national historical, recreational and cultural areas. The National Park Service comprises not only parks, but monuments, memorials, military parks, historical sights, parkways, seashores, and river ways. Indeed, we are a rich people of immense fortune.
With an artist's love for the world and its beauty, Caitlin began an American dream that has been fostered now for almost two hundred years. With various trappers, writers, artists, naturalists, and entrepreneurs visiting the West in the mid-19the century, Yellowstone was signed as a National Park in 1872 by Ulysses S. Grant. In 1906 President Roosevelt signed the Antiquities Act to protect monuments, caves, and other natural treasures, the first one being Chimney Rock in Wyoming. One decade later, President Woodrow Wilson would sign on August 25, 1916 the beginning of the National Park Service.
One of my favorite presidents is Teddy Roosevelt, known as the Conservation President. But exactly what were the pathways that forged the man that said, "I have always said I would not be president had it not been for my experience in North Dakota (or later known as Badlands National Park)." When Teddy's young 22 year old wife died two days later after their first child was born and his mother died the same day, he teetered between despair and hopelessness. On the day Alice died, Theodore made a large X on the page, and wrote only, "The light has gone out of my life." When he wrote her obituary, he wrote, "And when my hearts's dearest died, the light went out from my life forever." Badlands rescued, changed him. When he went out West to North Dakota to summon his spirit again, the vast openness gave back his life. The boundless prairie, with mostly prairie dogs, instead of people, and the wide, open skies, revived him. The meadowlarks and owls that called from lone trees in the wilderness changed his melancholy despair to happiness again. Later Teddy Roosevelt's grief would be eclipsed, and he would say, "Life is a great adventure. Accept it with such a spirit."
As we enter now a new chapter of protecting our earth from climate change and pollution, we must remember the precious inheritance we have been given. Our earth gives us a sense of place and beauty. But it does more. Mountains are pinnacles and cathedrals in the sky. Rivers and seas wash grief and confusion away. A canopy of bright stars awakens us to new levels of awareness and reverie. Canyons can chisel our fears, shaping us into a new person. A gentle wind can blow new life and enthusiasm into our soul. The routes our souls have taken in the topography of our lives gives us boundless blessings--enriching not only our own souls, but our relationships. Landscapes can shift our fears and misgivings to joy.
Whether we know it or not, the land, revitalizes our spirits. It is God-given, and more necessary than we would ever know. A rippling wind on a grove of quaking aspen trees in Grand Teton National Park allows me to enter a portal of heaven on earth, a place I would never know if it had not been sequestered, protected. May we bring heaven too to all those who follow us by protecting the earth we we born on. It is our duty when we have been cradled in uncommon beauty for so very long.
Happy Birthday to every national park and monument! Thank you for transporting me to the miraculous, the soul-saving--every time I meet one of you. I have been to many of your Treasury, and I will roam and climb until I have seen each one of you....
With an artist's love for the world and its beauty, Caitlin began an American dream that has been fostered now for almost two hundred years. With various trappers, writers, artists, naturalists, and entrepreneurs visiting the West in the mid-19the century, Yellowstone was signed as a National Park in 1872 by Ulysses S. Grant. In 1906 President Roosevelt signed the Antiquities Act to protect monuments, caves, and other natural treasures, the first one being Chimney Rock in Wyoming. One decade later, President Woodrow Wilson would sign on August 25, 1916 the beginning of the National Park Service.
One of my favorite presidents is Teddy Roosevelt, known as the Conservation President. But exactly what were the pathways that forged the man that said, "I have always said I would not be president had it not been for my experience in North Dakota (or later known as Badlands National Park)." When Teddy's young 22 year old wife died two days later after their first child was born and his mother died the same day, he teetered between despair and hopelessness. On the day Alice died, Theodore made a large X on the page, and wrote only, "The light has gone out of my life." When he wrote her obituary, he wrote, "And when my hearts's dearest died, the light went out from my life forever." Badlands rescued, changed him. When he went out West to North Dakota to summon his spirit again, the vast openness gave back his life. The boundless prairie, with mostly prairie dogs, instead of people, and the wide, open skies, revived him. The meadowlarks and owls that called from lone trees in the wilderness changed his melancholy despair to happiness again. Later Teddy Roosevelt's grief would be eclipsed, and he would say, "Life is a great adventure. Accept it with such a spirit."
As we enter now a new chapter of protecting our earth from climate change and pollution, we must remember the precious inheritance we have been given. Our earth gives us a sense of place and beauty. But it does more. Mountains are pinnacles and cathedrals in the sky. Rivers and seas wash grief and confusion away. A canopy of bright stars awakens us to new levels of awareness and reverie. Canyons can chisel our fears, shaping us into a new person. A gentle wind can blow new life and enthusiasm into our soul. The routes our souls have taken in the topography of our lives gives us boundless blessings--enriching not only our own souls, but our relationships. Landscapes can shift our fears and misgivings to joy.
Whether we know it or not, the land, revitalizes our spirits. It is God-given, and more necessary than we would ever know. A rippling wind on a grove of quaking aspen trees in Grand Teton National Park allows me to enter a portal of heaven on earth, a place I would never know if it had not been sequestered, protected. May we bring heaven too to all those who follow us by protecting the earth we we born on. It is our duty when we have been cradled in uncommon beauty for so very long.
Happy Birthday to every national park and monument! Thank you for transporting me to the miraculous, the soul-saving--every time I meet one of you. I have been to many of your Treasury, and I will roam and climb until I have seen each one of you....
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| This summer in my favorite National Park--Grand Teton National Park. Here is a blog from last summer why I love the Tetons so much: Teton Tales |
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| My daughter and I in Canyonlands National Parks a few years ago. The Southern Utah National Parks have filled me with wonder and awe since I was a child. For one month I knew their topography when I roamed for one month as a teenager there in a BYU survival program. |
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| My daughters in Zion National Park--on a trip with their father. |
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| My husband climbing in Yosemite with my son. Peter was only 10, maybe 11, but he has always spoke of the bonding that happened with his dad on the spires of Yosemite |
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| The three Tetons, an endless fascination for our family with the land. My husband's grandpa helped to conserve the Grand Teton National Park in his jobs with the Department of Interior. |
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| My children joyfully hiking with their dad in the Tetons.... |
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| A few years ago hiking The Narrows in Zion National Park. I wrote a blog called Chasing the Light |
