Hello---it occurs to me that I could provide the link to the Promised Land art album for those of you who don't get these posts on the website. So here it is.
We're just back from four days of camping on Salmon Creek, which empties into the north fork of the Kern River in the southern Sierras. Truly lovely. A place to make or rediscover faith.
In his insipid book All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, Robert Fulghum offers some prescriptions for a better world, like imagine if we all, everyone in the world, laid down in the afternoon with our blankies and then got to have cookies and milk when we got up. Please. Reading books like this was the chief downside of writing a dissertation about self-help books.
But employing the method, if not the spirit of Fulghum, here's my suggestion: imagine a world in which everyone had access to a clear cold creek and could strip down and jump in and get chilled down to the bones and lay naked on a warm rock in the breeze afterwards every single day that hypothermia was not a distinct possibility. Success is not being too timid to dunk your head too. And then we eat a cookie.
