Here is a picture of a beautiful landscape and a clear blue sky, with a few benign white clouds, But that can quickly change to dark clouds, pouring rain, thunder and lightning, tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis and earthquakes. Or picture on the contrary an arid landscape with no vegetation, a hot burning sun: or again a landscape of snow and ice.
I have been reading two interesting books by Raynor Winn, The Salt Path and The Wild Silence. Raynor has a remarkable affinity with nature and she is a very good writer. Her descriptions of the land are so clear and vivid that I can feel, see, hear and smell it.
Her first book tracks her walk, with her husband, round the coastal paths of Devon and Cornwall. In her second book they go to Iceland. This is a very different country, it is a volcanic country and it is very cold. Here she makes me aware of the sheer raw power of the natural world. It is implacable, neutral, inscrutable. She take me right down into the very centre of the earth, its fiery furnace. It is a very living thing.
No wonder our ancestors revered and respected the earth.
We have forgotten this in our modern world, not everyone of course, and there are some glimmerings now, as we reach crisis point, of some people beginning to wake up.
Which brings me to my question: do we make the weather or does the weather make us? I first heard this mooted in a philosophy course, and it is something I have often pondered upon. The meteorologists can explain it all to us in scientific terms, but I wonder if there is an answer beyond that?
I would love to hear what others think about this very topical and important question.