The river occupies a between space moving calmly along its blue-green channel. An occasional sand bar forms in the lazy current. This Rio Grande divides two lands, two languages, two ways of seeing and believing. Its meandering liquid line separates the sandy far bank from the stout grasses of the near bank. Traces of past lives trail barren imprints on the far side, while on the near side the turf grasps a millennia of soil in a rooted grip that shelters a riot of present life. Between these worlds lies the secrets of the universe. The living, the dead, and the watery sustenance of the Rio Grande follow a winding course to distant seas. ♨
Is Elvis a religion? Students explore this and other questions, including whether Elvis really left the building, or is he still with us in ways we never imagined?
The history of Freemasonry in Yellowstone National Park coincides with its role in a larger religious history of the American west as agents and evangelists for Manifest Destiny.
Warren Angus Ferris visited Yellowstone in 1834 as the first tourist to experience the thermal features, and the first person known to use the Icelandic word “geyser” to describe them.
A black-billed magpie crosses the barbed boundaries of a wire fence to defend its winged playfulness in a big sky landscape. Perched upon a wooden post, it scouts its next move. More elegant than its cousin crow, the black-and-white formalwear of the magpie obscures its irreverent posturing above the sagebrush plain. ♨
Gazing into the blue-green depths through this watery portal to the underworld, we don’t see the fiery hell of our imagination, but instead only reflections of our own worlds. Our demons do not dwell in the boiling, stinking waters that ooze from the earth’s bowels. They dance instead in the forests and meadows that surround us. ♨