This past weekend, I had the opportunity to camp in Northern Minnesota. A friend and I stayed in my uncle’s self-built rustic cabin in the woods a few miles from Lake Superior. We had a wonderful time going on hikes, sitting by the lakeshore, exploring waterfalls, discussing morality in Game of Thrones, and reading poetry aloud at the campfire.
It was a peaceful weekend. I felt all the clutter in my life fade away. The sounds of daily life fade in comparison to the rush of a waterfall. Alone time in nature, for me, is soul detox.
In my quiet moments, I reflected a great deal on how complex the human experience is–how beautifully multifaceted we all are. I wrote in the margins of my sketchbook: “Personhood is a complicated, beautiful thing–what an adventure it is to live inside myself. There are so many corners, so many contradictions–How can I be so many people at once?”
Some days, I am so many people wrapped into one. I am the cozy cat lover, the librarian, the lover of stories. I am the farm girl, the hard worker, tough and unafraid of dirt beneath fingernails. I am the woman of faith, dedicated to my beliefs and values despite doubts and storms. I am the scholar, the academic, the weirdo who enjoys writing essays. I am the world explorer, eyes sparkling with wanderlust for places they have not seen. I am the crazy camp counselor. I am the artist. I am the outdoor lover.
It’s a beautiful thing, to have so many dimensions, so many facets, so many corners that all somehow align.
Over the weekend, I spent a great deal of time reading poetry next to waterfalls. I perused old favorites and discovered some new ones. One stanza, in particular, stood out to me. It’s from a poem called Snow by Louis MacNeice. I love these lines. I love to read them aloud. The sounds fill my mouth like a collection of nuts and I slowly crunch, savoring the feel and flavor.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
I love that.
“World is crazier and more of it than we think.”
“The drunkenness of things being various.”
What a beautiful thing it is to be a person.