I would like to quote a pass age from "Song Of the Winter Wren" that has had a lasting impact on me.
"Curving up from the shelter toward the overlook over a surface strewn with green amputations by wind, I look over my shoulder: a planet of electric light. And closer the high heave of dark mountain forest, birthplace of streams. Snowlight, starlight, no moon this side of earth. Feel my fear and walk, breathing.
Hear an airplane and freeze. Walk and hear a tree pop, far away in nowhere, deep in wilderness. Ignore hallucinated voices. Breathe and walk on soft-frozen innocence, through tree-shadow and starlight: gunch, gunch, gunch, gunch.
Full moon rises as I go to bed. When I close my eyes, I am still out there, walking the gentle earth."
Thank You David.
Donations in David Witherspoon's memory can be made to the Eastern Native Tree Society at www.nativetreesociety.org .
A memorial gathering will be held April 10th at the Greenbriar Cove Picnic Pavilion in the National Park.