Poem:
Where thoughts in my own head can be heard
Is what I, Rachel, believe the word
Wilderness is and means to me.
My friend back home advised me to
Take this class from one she knew.
Reflection:
WIlderness is something that is close to my heart. Growing up in a small town in the most western part of the state, I was surrounded by wilderness. But after reading some of the first couple chapters of Lane's book, I realize that I lived in more of the boondocks than complete wilderness-just hill after hill, tree after tree, or flat plains for as far as the eye can see with no civilization or trace of human life. That is wilderness. When I composed this poem, my mind just went to West Virginia, a place where I love to travel when I do need some time to think. And I viewed that area as being wilderness, which is why I explained it as being a place where I could hear my own thoughts, and just be able to think. Thinking is so important, and I probably spend entirely too much time thinking. But, as we discussed in class, a part of religion is "the practice of maintaining cosmos" (an ordered activity), and sometimes in order for things to make sense in my mind, I just need time to think. Wilderness can lend a helping hand and enable me to think more clearly and keep that cosmos the way it needs to be, and that is the reason I am looking forward to taking this course.
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