THE LONG VIEW
By
Elizabeth Bernays
When we were children we were told to look into the distance at intervals to rest our eyes. And now, when I write I like to be by a window so that I can focus on something far away or not at all. Today, writing in
I am distracted at intervals by a red-shafted flicker, by the swarm of box elder bugs on the sunny wall, or the rustling dance of leaves on a cottonwood, but I spend more time looking at the view, letting my mind go into some place that has no anxiety for the past, no concern for the present and no apprehension about the future.
Why the views please is not known, but I feel that the diversity of lines and shapes and colors matter. I think the sight of horizons makes me aware of something beyond. I think the complexity of details and the quality of changing light matter. Apart from some elemental aesthetic, the distant vista seems conducive to wide thoughts and a contemplation of the world, whereas the dense forest seems an introspective thing, and I wonder how such differences have influenced philosophies, cultures and the history of peoples who live in such contrasting environments.
In the woods of
Mountains are part of the love for views. All over the world shrines, rituals and stories are associated with mountaintops and a sense of connection to heaven. For thousands of years people have climbed mountains to meet with their god and gain perspective. Deserts with their almost infinite feeling of space have been favorite places for spiritual experiences, and the gentler views of green places have been subjects for an almost religious sentiment among humanist poets.
As I sit here relishing the long views there is also nothing to stop me enjoying what is close at hand, and I do look at those fluttering quivering cottonwood leaves and examine the little box elder bugs all over the window screen. Yet I can cast my eyes into the distance to watch a gaggle of geese flying over the fields honking, watch the clouds making and breaking over the hills, search the wavy horizon - or simply look with unfocused eyes, and feel the view with all my senses.
I am still exploring meanings. The distance brings to mind so many words: possibility and promise, horizons and heavens, space and safety, vista and vision. Are there more possibilities and promises in the long views, more to imagine with the distant horizons and the big skies, a feeling of freedom with the great spaces, an ability to think beyond the present and envisage something new?
I have met people across the
Many have expressed the view that the awesome nature of big views makes us aware of our relative insignificance, and makes our worries seem less important or easier to manage. Psychology researchers have demonstrated that the experience of being in the natural world actually reduces stress and improves mental abilities. The enjoyment of contemplation that seems to be enhanced when one is in the natural world is perhaps at its height when the natural world is a distant scene - a big sky, rolling hills and prairies, a high mountain view, the wide ocean. Gretel Ehrlich, in The Solace of Open Spaces, writes about
As I try to understand the how and why of this love of space and distance I wonder if it might be better to just forget the reasons, to return to reverie and bask in the feeling of delight without the explanation, to take the joy and harmony I feel and not try to unpiece this peace.
BIO:
ELIZABETH BERNAYS grew up in Australia and then traveled around Europe before becoming an entomologist at the University of London, England. She worked in Britain, India and several African countries before emigrating to the United States as a professor at the University of California Berkeley. After her biological career she retired early, obtained the MFA and now spends more time writing. Last year ELIZABETH won the XJ Kennedy award for an essay about her long affair with insects. Says Bernays,"I also write memoir and have a book manuscript about art."