Wilderness can come in many forms. Wilderness is a place
that is untamed by mankind, but it can be either barren or overgrown. We think
of early American settlers as crossing the wilderness: cutting paths through
forests, clearing bushes to build their homes, leveling the overgrown plants to
plant their own cultivated crops. We also think of Moses and the Hebrew people being
lost in the wilderness as they fled Egyptian slavery. Their wilderness was sand
and rock and sun and drought. It needed to be tamed, not by cutting back the overgrown
plants, but by coaxing plants to grow by digging wells and adding nutrients to the
soil and providing shade. Both forms of wilderness needing to be tamed, and yet
very different from each other.
This morning, my front yard looks like still another kind of
wilderness. This wilderness is cold and white and barren and ice-covered. There
is no warmth for plants to grow, the soil is buried under both fresh and packed-down
snow and ice, the plants have not yet attempted to peek out their green shoots from
the hard soil.
But even in the wilderness, there is life. I expected last
night’s snowfall to have left a clean, even, unbroken coating over the lawn.
But by the time the sun rose, there was already evidence of small explorers, travelers
through the white wilderness. Long before dawn, our local rabbit had left a
trail of little bunny prints poking around the yard.
He peeped under the bushes to find a bit of tender green, to
test the soil for softness, to hunt for fresh growth to nibble on. Even in the
wilderness, he knew there was sustenance, if only he could find it.
And even as I watched, other creatures followed the trail he
had blazed: birds hopped around looking for seeds and bugs; squirrels chased
each other, digging at the roots of the trees for last year’s acorns. They were
not afraid of the apparent barrenness of the wilderness, for they know that it
is not truly barren. It is simply waiting for the warmth of spring to release
its treasures of blooms and bugs, of color and energy, of growth and beauty.
The wilderness is waiting to be tamed, and to share its sustaining reward.
Wilderness.
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