Beltane and the Moon of Liberation
Wednesday gratefuls: Cesario’s. Veal Marsala. Muir Woods. The Coastal Redwoods. Filling in the history. Diane and her VW. Scooting around San Francisco like a native. Oh, wait. The Legion of Honor. Ukiyo-e print exhibition. The Golden Gate Bridge. The Bay. Land’s End. Sea Cliff where the rich and famous live. The Presidio. Beautiful.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Hokusai, Hiroshige. Redwoods.
One brief shining: We’ll need bigger cameras, I thought as Diane and I strolled along the wooden walkway surrounded by Trees than can reach 380 feet in height, the Coastal Redwoods are slimmer and taller than their close relatives, the Sequoias, rising, rising, rising their Needles far above the Valley Floor, so tall Diane said that they create their own weather.
Though I love art and have found both the Asian Art Museum and the Legion of Honor wonderful, the artifice of human hands and hearts cannot compare to the outright majesty and awe occasioned by the natural world outside our homes and cities. To walk along, see in the distance a grove of Trees, and see the bellied human lifting a camera lens toward the sky, how small he is in his gray t-shirt, the Tree standing tall. You could stack in cheerleader mode 50 or more of this man, one on the shoulders of the other and still be below the Tree’s top!
Oddly though I did not feel small beside them, rather I felt lifted up, this Wild Neighbor. Wow. Many signs say stay on the path and folks as far as I could see, obeyed. But when one of the big Trees was right along the walkway I felt a strong pull, walked over and hugged the small portion of the Trunk I could encompass.
These Trees are not only tall and big around, they are also old. Many well over a millennia. The scale of their size lifts them beyond the usual, but the scale of their life’s length, so far, beggars my imagination. The birds that have lit upon them. The ambitious squirrels clambering up their wrinkled bark. The humans who have camped beneath them, been shaded by them, who benefited from soil enriched by them. Generations born and died as these Trees continued their commitment to this place.
My life is better now for having walked among these beings whose life is long. And large.
Diane drove us up the Coast, along the Bay to Land’s End where the Legion of Honor museum sits pillared and courtyarded, a final bastion of human life beyond which the Ocean dominates.
We saw the Ukiyo-e print show, one that used the changing nature of wood block printing to illustrate the transition from the Shogunate to the Meiji Restoration. The Edo period Ukiyo-e prints of Utagawa, Hiroshige, Hokusai, Utamoro were my favorite works in the show. The later woodblock prints that had images of soldiers, warships, men and women in formal attire had more historical than aesthetic significance.
The Shunga though. Sexy.