I am

Up Scenic Point
I thank the rocks
And the plants
And the animals
For being part of me
As I am part of them
Not from each other
We are each other
As we human beings
Are all one another
We are sacred
Each particle of mass
Even the air (we breathe)
I am not a visitor here
On this earth (though I like the idea
at times)
I am
The earth itself
And everything in it
I am
The fires in august
That blow through this valley
I am
The wind from the cliffs
Scouring down over the lakefront
I am
The raven fledglings
Perching still on the edge of my nest
I am
The earth itself
And everything in it
Not a keeper
Not a visitor
Certainly not
A master
But the very spice of it
The gritty grime of it
The rocks and mud and plants
My body smells of it
It grows out of me
I grow into it
We are here
Together here
By listening
We can know this
Contributor’s Biography:
Amy Pearson is a Ph.D. student in the Hugh Downs School of Human Communication. Her research explores the ecological implications of the ways we talk about wilderness areas, especially in National Parks.
In this piece she situates herself as a human being in equal relation to her “ecological” surroundings. She is convinced that a primary means of creating a sustainable Earth might come through re-envisioning and rearticulating how we as human beings sit in relation to our ecological environment. The photograph is from Glacier National Park in Montana where she spends her summers as a ranger naturalist.
