Edward Abbey on the ordinary.
I recently re-visited Edward Abbey’s book of letters. I appreciate his irreverent honesty and deep connection with nature. On June 18, 1984 he wrote to Karen Evans:
“I no longer have much interest in the supernatural, or what is mistakenly referred to as ‘mystical’ events and experience. That kind of search belongs to the youthful stage of life, both in the individual and in the race. I now find the most marvelous things in the everyday, the ordinary, the common, the simple and the tangible.
For example: one cloud floating over one mountain. Or a trickle of water seeping from stone after a twenty-mile walk through the desert. Or the smile of recognition on the face of your own child when she hasn’t seen you around for several hours. These are the deepest joys, as we learn to understand when we go into the middle age of life.”
*excerpted from his book of letters Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast c. 2006 Milkweed Editions.

Alice Neiley said:
Feb 06, 09 at 8:13 amso he was definitely a poet