One hymn of the Rg-veda (10.146) refers to a goddess of the forest, Aranyani. From this one hymn we get a rather clear picture of the goddess. She is an elusive figure who vanishes from sight and avoids villages. She is more often heard than seen. She speaks through the sounds of the forest, or one may even hear her tinkling bells. She seems to make her presence known especially at evening, and those who spend the night in the forest sometimes think they hear her scream. She never kills unless provoked by some murderous enemy. She is sweetly scented, is mother of all forest things, and provides plenty of food without tilling.
To develop a special relationship with her, create trails! She has a lot to say about how you do that, and she loves to change them for you.
In Part 1, I said that Aranyani is incarnate as forest; forest is the embodiment of Aranyani. Maybe this is why she is so seldom depicted in human form by classical artists, unlike so many other deities.
Aranyani, The Hindu Goddess Of Forests by Bijan Pirnia, photo in the San Isabel National Forest, Colorado. Click for the larger source image at Fine Art America.
I was happily surprised to find this work by photographer Bijan Pirnia titled Aranyani, The Hindu Goddess Of Forests, with no anthropomorphic entity in it (that I can find). It is just forest, the embodiment of Aranyani!
I’ve got to pay more careful attention to what goes on in environmental policy and legislation, so I can act on them BEFORE they get ripped up and the funding given to buying more tanks and bombs. How many people you know will have known about this before Election Day (among those pitiful few who vote)?
Since the national Land and Water Conservation Fund expired on September 30, 2018, this is the moment-by-moment ticker of funding lost to environmental programs all over the USA (this is a static picture of it, not the real ticker):
The Land and Water Conservation Fund is [was] America’s most important program to conserve irreplaceable lands and improve outdoor recreation opportunities throughout the nation.
America’s most important conservation and recreation program, which has saved places in every state and nearly every county in the U.S., expired on September 30, 2018.
The time for action is now.
The Land and Water Conservation Fund is [was] in its 53rd year of conservation and recreation success. It is because of Teddy Roosevelt’s vision to start protecting our recreational opportunities, Dwight D. Eisenhower’s instinct for conservation action, John F. Kennedy’s commitment to the outdoors, and Lyndon B. Johnson’s creation of LWCF that we as Americans now have the most extensive network of open spaces in the world to hunt, fish, hike, swim, and play.
In order to build momentum towards finding a long-term solution for authorization and funding, the LWCF Coalition launched a year-long awareness initiative counting down to the expiration of our most important conservation and recreation program.
Over the past year leading up to expiration, each week a state or U.S. territory was highlighted showcasing LWCF success stories from the federal, state, and local level, and opportunities that are on the horizon for LWCF to improve recreational access and conservation across America, and places that could be lost forever if Congress does not act by September 30, 2018. [The state-by-state info in on the web page.]
#SaveLWCF before the places we love are lost forever
[You know the drill. Call your people in Congress. Even if they are not “our” people, sometimes they will act like it, instead of acting like they are attacking the USA and everything it stands for.]
God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, “Ah!” —Joseph Campbell
… for me, even a fallen tree.
If looking at a tree can be a divine experience, or something transcendent, then what may be revealed or experienced when you spend a few days intimately connecting with every part of a big fallen tree and everything on the ground surrounding it, including clearing away many other trees that it fell on, changing it to a playground shaped from what had been a big obstacle fallen onto and blockading an important trail? What does that intimacy reveal?
The wind snapped off this big white pine at a point where its trunk had divided and where it became infected with a fungus common among white pines. This “stump” will die and become a tall snag that will stand potentially for decades, and be a great resource to wildlife.
After half a foot of sticky, soggy snowfall overnight, today the temperature at Balsamea rose well above freezing. Along our trails, rapidly thawing snow showered from the trees everywhere in these dense woods, especially from the pines and firs, those bearers of great snow-loads.
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It fell in droplets, spoonfuls, cupfuls, bucketfuls and barrowfuls. The still, windless air said nothing while each of these sizes played their particular sounds, all around me patting, drumming, shushing and thumping their way through tree limbs, branches, twigs and evergreen boughs, then concluding each phrase with a strike on the snow on the ground. They formed an unusual percussive symphony unique to this particular circumstance, in a special variation playing upon atypical conditions in the fresh snow cover.
When or where can you hear nature using trees and snow as instruments to drench the still air in sound this way, with a variety of visual effects, too? When do you get to sit in the middle of the orchestra as it plays? It filled the air within a great dome surrounding me, simultaneously at every volume possible to my ears. Some notes played a few feet from me, ranging out to ones played barely within hearing. Some struck funny notes on my ball cap and shoulders. Continue reading →
What is it about a situation like this that seems to
put something like vacuum pressure on the soul?
The situation, the experience, the moment, not the picture. The picture is a good reminder of what it was like, but as pictures go, it’s just an interesting snapshot of an arboreal skyscraper (I’ll keep the copyright just the same, thanks). The picture is also a reminder to keep looking up for scenery too often missed.
Backed by a twilight sky and the moon, the beech tree showed up at roadside at the end of a late afternoon’s short hike in a massive new parcel of state land enveloping Ellenburg Mountain in Ellenburg, NY.
Below are a few other things entertaining me that day in the woods, where boredom is impossible, mood problems go into remission, and from which bio-psycho-social health benefits continue into the future. Yes, there are social health benefits even if you’re out there alone. Think about it.
Debar Pond, a public natural resource in Duane, NY
Each phase of nature, while not invisible, is yet not too distinct and obtrusive. It is there to be found when we look for it, but not demanding our attention. It is like a silent but sympathizing companion in whose company we retain most of the advantages of solitude … –Henry David Thoreau, Journal, November 8, 1858
Warning: this article is 3,200 words; not a bloggism; a blogASM.
I warned you. Now enjoy.
As the beautiful old song from The Sound of Music says: “Climb every mountain / ford every stream / follow every rainbow / ’til you find your” swamp.
Originally I intended to let the snowshoe path pictures in my previous blog post speak for themselves. Today, Pyrrhite’s comment on that post got me wondering about what makes Balsamea’s snowshoe paths so attractive to me that I popped off more than 200 snapshots hoping to get lucky in the handful I found worth posting here.
In pithy Pyrrhite style, I read, “I love snowshoe trails. Nothing much is quite as compelling.” Why are they so compelling? Okay, Py, you pulled the cord to muse up a scribblement. Let’s see if I have the gas to shoot through it quickly, because I am supposed to be doing something else. I may be a scribblement addict, and you an enabler.
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Five Stump Skypatch on Whitetail Way (turns left from here) and the south terminus of Tettegouche Pass (branches to the right from here)
Frosted Maples and a Big Balsam – at the intersection where Fern Path, Bunchberry Path and Maplegate Path branch off Balsamea Way, at the point where it turns through an S just before becoming the leg of the Turkeyfoot intersection.
A scene from the Garden Lot, which is a wild garden, not a cultivated one.
Snow-Bent Gray Birch on Balsamea Way – Gray birches are known for growing fast, often in multiple-trunk clusters, dying young, and bending under snow load, often staying bent but usually recovering most of the way when the snow melts (or is knocked off by The Balsamean so he doesn’t have to duck under them when they block the trail like this).
More gray birch bending across Balsamea Way.
Gray Birch and Pine weighed down with snow on Balsamea Way
More trees bending across the trail.
Buddy tolerates snow and cold very well.
“Did you say COOKIE?”
Another view of that frosted maple. These things look magnificent in the sunlight and in 3-D when you are standing there in the crisp, fresh, cold air. No photograph ever does justice to the image. The amazing thing is that I get to walk around this place any time I want, and I do it at least three times every day of the year.
Looking east across the Garden Lot. Buddy is waiting for me to get done taking pictures so we can get going on our walk. That thing in front of him is a small rock cairn that may become larger a little at a time over the years.
View east across Garden Lot, Balsamea Way heading east to the right in this picture.
Looking west across the Garden Lot into the beginning of Balsamean Way. The house is in that bright spot down the trail.
Cloud-Swept Sky over Balsamea Headquarters.
A little spruce proving its capacity for snow load.
Turkeyfoot Leg East again.
Turkeyfoot Leg East Entrance. This is the scene at the point where Balsamea Way begins the leg into Turkeyfoot intersection, and Buddy again looking at me to see if I’m coming along or not.
Little opening on Whitetail Way at the intersection with the south end of Bunchberry Path. This is one of our most beautiful Balsam Fir snow scenes, because it gets a lot of south sun exposure across an empty space, making the balsam branches dense all the way to the ground.
Just one of the ways we made good of the anniversary of 9/11/01 …
This fern patch is in our “5-stump Skypatch.” Skypatches at Balsamea are little openings in our dense woods. This one is caused by the removal of a row of five large trees, by some selective logging done about ten years ago. Our “Whitetail Way” trail goes through the length of this skypatch.
Fernucopia at 5-Stump Skypatch on Whitetail Way Sept. 11, 2012