Wild Awe
September 30, 2024
Wild Awe
Psalm 104
by the Rev. Dr. E. Scott Jones
First Central Congregational Church
29 September 2024
Once again, I asked on Facebook about where and when you have experienced awe in nature, and the list included hiking in the mountains, Niagara Falls, Denali, the Grand Canyon, the turquoise blue of the Aegean Sea, or closer to home like the Nebraska Sandhills or the Ponca Hills north of Omaha.
Rick Brenneman, still a church member, though he lives in Texas, wrote about two trips to Africa as a zoologist:
I think my moments of greatest awe were on my first two trips to Africa. Early on my first trip we drove through the entrance to Hells Gate National Park and looked down into the valley at many clusters of various species all calmly coexisting. The second was when we first arrived at the Namib Desert, driving to the top of one of the magnificent dunes and seeing miles of dunes before the Skeleton Coast.
Those sights sound sublime. But we don’t have to travel around the world, we can find natural awe in our everyday environment, as Jim Harmon reminded us when he wrote about his daily hikes through the Loess Hills where he lives. He wrote, “I have awe overload from nature.” If you like to hike, you should definitely arrange to go on one of those walks with Jim.
I turned this week to a few writers and their descriptions of wild awe. For example, the opening lines to William Wordsworth’s The Prelude:
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale
Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest?
The earth is all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again!
All it took was a gentle breeze in the countryside to evoke rapture in the poet.
Closer to home, Nebraska’s own Loren Eiseley wrote beautifully about wild awe in so many of his essays. Probably his most vivid description is about one time floating in the Platte River:
Then I lay back in the floating position that left my face to the sky, and shoved off. The sky wheeled over me. For an instant, as I bobbed into the main channel, I had the sensation of sliding down the vast tilted face of the continent. It was then that I felt the cold needles of the alpine springs at my fingertips, and the warmth of the Gulf pulling me southward. Moving with me, leaving its taste upon my mouth and spouting under me in the dancing springs of sand, was the immense body of the continent itself, flowing like the river was flowing, grain by grain, mountain by mountain, down to the sea. I was streaming over ancient sea beds thrust aloft where giant reptiles had once sported; I was wearing down the face of time and trundling cloud-wreathed ranges into oblivion.
Such wonder just from floating in a Nebraska river.
As psychologist Dacher Keltner states in today’s contemporary reading, it’s difficult to imagine anything better you can do for your mind and body than to go outside and delight in nature’s beauty. Such experiences can reduce inflammation, improve our immune responses, and help to address chronic diseases like depression, anxiety, heart disease, and autoimmune disorders. It also helps with loneliness and despair. He writes that awe is pretty much the antithesis to the stressors that affect us. The stresses of daily life send chemicals through our bodies that lead to inflammation and distress, and moments of natural awe send the opposite chemicals, bringing us calm.
The affect is so profound, he believes we have a biological need for wild awe. We have been wired that way. The clearest evidence is watching a toddler explore the world.
Also our bodies respond to the signals nature is sending us. Our vagus nerve activates at the sound of water. The scents from some plants reduce our blood pressure. So just being out in your garden can be a healing exercise. Basil and rosemary, for instance, send signals to our frontal lobes, activating the region where emotions and ethics intersect.
Studies also show that wild awe helps in quieting the ego and promoting sound reasoning. All around, then, there’s nothing you can so easily do to help heal your body and mind as spending time in nature, paying attention to the beauty around you.
Once again, we arrive at a reminder of the spiritual importance of paying attention.
One of my favorite, recent nature books was The Forest Unseen by David George Haskell. He spent a year observing a one square meter space in the forest, and that resulted in a rich book, filled with details of the seasons and the vast amount of life that made a home in or passed through that small space. The book is an excellent study in how we don’t need to go to the grand wild places like Yellowstone or the Alps, but how we can find beauty, awe, and wonder in the ordinary, if we only look.
At the close of the book, Gaskell writes, “We create wonderful places by giving them our attention, not by finding ‘pristine’ places that will bring wonder to us.” Even our urban and suburban backyards can provide us the healing beauty we require.
So, here’s an assignment for this week—every day spend some time outside. You can just pick a spot in your yard, a comfy patio chair maybe, and for five or ten minutes just quietly absorb the sights, sounds, and smells all around you. Feel the touch of the sunshine or crisp autumn air. Magical, wonderful, healing, spiritual things can happen.
And we believe that all of this goodness is a result of God’s creative blessings. God has created a world abundant with beauty. And God has created us wired to connect with the world around us. These are God’s gifts to us. Good, powerful, transformative gifts.
The Psalmist begins, “Bless the Lord, O my soul.” The great Walter Brueggemann writes that these words are a “summons to the self to turn fully to” God. And the way we do that is by observing God’s glories and gifts in creation.
Brueggemann goes on, “The psalmist is smitten with the beauty, awesomeness, generativity, and ordered coherence of creation as guaranteed by the creator. Everything is in its place as part of a coherent, life-giving system.”
So we celebrate creation as the work of God’s hands while also meeting God in the wild. Robert Alter, the great Hebrew scholar, calls this psalm an “ecstatic celebration” and emphasizes how the poem is a “whole chain of present participles.” From this grammatical observation, Alter concludes, “The poet imagines the presence of divinity in the world as a dynamic series of actions.” God is present in the world in dynamic, on-going ways. The creation was not something done once and over but is God’s continuing action. God’s continuing gifts and glory.
Yet, this weekend we have watched the horrible scenes from the southeast as Hurricane Helene has laid waste to towns, leaving a path of destruction and death over several states. Our hearts go out to the suffering people who have lost so much. And I’m sure in the days ahead, we will have opportunities to generously respond to help them recover.
We know that these storms are worsening and setting new records because of the changes wrought to our climate by human industrialization. We now live in the era that calls for resilience as we face the consequences of our actions and those of previous generations.
One of the new words to enter our vocabulary in recent years is solastalgia. Which is defined as “the emotional distress that people experience when their environment changes.” Particularly our home environments, those we’ve loved, those we’ve drawn sustenance, nurture, delight, and awe from.
The theologian Hannah Malcolm assembled a book to help the church in this new era. Entitled Words for a Dying World it is filled with essays from Christians around the world helping us to come to terms with the loss and grief of environments we have loved. According to Malcolm, we must take time to grieve these losses if we are going to be effective in taking the steps necessary to prevent even worse from happening in the future.
As she writes, “if grief is an expression of love, our grief takes on the shape of the places and creatures to whom we intimately belong. We mourn the death of the world because it is where we come from.”
Malcolm believes that “the tenderness of caring for the dying is not a despairing act but a courageous one.” And so operating from that perspective empowers us, but in gentle, tender ways. She writes, “Adopting an orientation of grief means choosing to invest in things that are small, that are temporary, and celebrating them in the broken, fragile beauty they bear in the eyes of God. It is soft, cruciform foolishness.”
So, after watching the weekend’s news, we might not be able to sing today’s psalm with as much confidence as its writer—that everything is in order and all of creation is a blessing. But, we also learn that even in our grief at the losses brought on by a changing climate, we can train our attention to perceive “the fragile beauty” that is God’s gift.
God has created a world abundant with beauty. And God has wired us to connect with the world around us in ways that are healing and transformative. These are God’s gifts to us. Good, powerful, transformative gifts.
Even as we grieve the losses of nature, we can pay attention to the glories and gifts of God still abundant in the world around us. (Even by spending just a few minutes in our own yards.) God is calling us to work together to protect and restore the creation to the way God intended it.
Then let us join with the Psalmist and proclaim, “Bless the Lord, O my soul. Praise the Lord!”