Yosemite National Park feels clean. It has been untouched, period, forever– not touched. Trees fall as they do and cliffs drop as they wish. The roads insignificantly narrow to the whole, are aliens to the ground. They are too organized. They were created rather than have always been. Alas, they allow tennis shoes and synthetic shirts to experience mother nature like infants on her chest– gazing out, present, baffled by every sense perception. Yosemite is a rebirth, turning us innocent again, so we may rediscover how to actually use our senses.
But even more, Yosemite is all around us, we just have to open our eyes to each moment, discovering our own lives with wondrously sparkling eyes. This is what if feels like to be alive. What a gift.
Rock Out,
Jonathon Kendall