Oak strands spin to the music of the wind. Their branches thread weft across warp upon the path, teaching me about systematic patterns. Silver lupines in their last glory conduct an orchestral bouquet from which I learn about eternal schemes. The black lines of the Flatirons strike out, immovable, through the wildflowers. In their proud stance I study the imponderable subject of immortality. Chautauqua Park in Boulder, Colorado embraces those in the perennial quest for knowledge. Hiking along the Royal Arch trail, I imagine the generations of men and women who perused these sandstone layers in search of understanding. I walk in their footsteps, guided by the same goal: to glean from nature its ever-flowing lessons, to seek an education of the psyche.
In the nineteenth century, the Chautauqua adult education movement was sweeping across America. A curriculum of arts and sciences with the simplicity of outdoor life allowed men and women the opportunity to better themselves. Culture and nature were teaching every body, regardless of social or economic status. Time and technology rendered the Chautauqua movement obsolete, yet its essence thrives. Today’s equivalent would be the internet, that unknowable destination wherein all seems knowable, the new democratic experience for everyone everywhere. I speed through its measureless space, detached, spinning the threads of erudition I gather into methodical motifs. I fling my net into its vastness, hoping to catch the scholarly quicksand whirling in its depths. Filaments of symphonies, discourses, literature, and science reside inside for my degustation, universes within its universe. I can cull doctrines from the web that the Chautauqua instructors never imagined.
“Yet, there are things these weather-beaten peaks, these lofty pines, this mantle of poppies can teach me which are undiscoverable by any search engine.”
I flush a dark winged lark bunting out of hiding. I could ascertain its nesting habits, its natural habitat, and its description online, but as it flies I see the way its under-beak glints in the sun, how its feathers flutter and straighten like a miniature aircraft. It does not complain about being perturbed, merely changes its situation. I have been taught the etymology of the yellow daisy and its composite parts by digital experts. Whilst a row of them nod in greeting to me I notice, however, the velvety chocolate of their heads and the parallel grooves etched into their petals. Not one of them seeks obeisance or tribute. A bulbous ridged leaf drops at my feet. Rooting around the internet I will find later that it comes from the cottonwood, one of Colorado’s largest broadleaf trees. Now, I perceive that their tremulous leaves awaken to song at the slightest touch. They do not waste breath on persiflage or regret; they sing a lofty melody. I observe the self-containment of the bunting, the daisy, and the cottonwood. I marvel at their ability to live without want, without dissatisfaction, without sin. If only I could gather their secrets and in doing so live content, existing as I am.
In fields carpeted by bluebells, crowds once congregated to hear the oratory of William Jennings Bryan. As aspens winked in the woods, toes tapped to the symphony of John Philip Sousa. While snow-covered the crags of Green Mountain, heads bent over chemistry, botany, and Latin. They sought to master the art of discovery, these nameless masses. Standing beside the lodgings where they burnt the midnight oil for wisdom, I honor their desire for enlightenment. I too am on a quest, one based in the philosophy of a phrase: “I do not know.” I consider this statement to be magical, full of both humility and possibility. Saying the words, “I do not know” has leveled the playing field for me, cured me of snobbery by making me a student of life, equal to sundry. The sentence has started many conversations with people eager to inform and discuss, blossomed new friendships. “I do not know” has increased the bonds of empathy, because it has let others know that I do not have the solutions but I am willing to discover one with them. “I do not know” should be spoken oftener.
“The American dream is liberation through learning.”
Admitting my ignorance I free myself from arrogance’s shackles to pursue this aspiration. I venture into nature’s class, leaving the books behind for a moment, to grasp how not to discriminate while noticing every particular. I submit to travel’s tutelage, eschewing the late night lamp, to absorb the inconceivability of failure. I register in the school of inexperience, abandoning the play of words I thought I knew well, to create truer poetry for my spirit. I want a life lived in its entirety through reflection, through yearning for comprehension. So I continue my studies as an itinerant, proclaiming wherever I go, “I do not know” so that I may fathom a bit more of this impenetrable existence.
In 1898, the citizens of Boulder purchased eighty acres to set aside for their own Chautauqua movement. An assembly hall and lodgings ensured that whoever wished could come to the Flatirons foothills to study year round through lectures, entertainment, and the wilderness. This is one of the few functioning Chautauqua facilities, providing scientific and literary clubs, offering performances in music and theater, as well as working towards the sustainable preservation of its landscape.
If you have taken any interesting online courses, let us know what you thought about them in the comments below. Is there an instance when you wished someone had said, “I do not know” to you?
Been in Boulder last month and I really enjoyed my few moments that I had in this place. Great experience!
I had the pleasure of living in Boulder for a few months, have so many fond memories… Great to see it through the eyes of someone else… Its a truely magical place that can offer so much to so many people. One distict memory I have is finishing a night out, picking u a six pack, climbing the nearest mountain and watching sunrise – so incredible… Thanks for the memories
Thank you for sharing your story about Boulder with us. It is priceless when a place can provide you with unforgettable moments like the one you experienced.
Ah it’s a great place I am glad you bought it up… Hope you like some of my other tales.. Check out awanderingmemory.com for that
Just moved away from Colorado and these photos are making me question why!?
😄 Thank you for your fantastic compliment. We are looking forward to heading back there at some point for all those mountains.
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Thank you so much!
How wonderful photos You offered! Never been in Colorado, but maybe sometimes…
Thank you Sartenada. I hope you will get a chance to explore Colorado at some point.
Great description – both in detail and with humor 🙂 I remember meeting up with a few European hikers on my treks out, and they always know more about the vegetation & animal life (know every species, etc…) and like you, I began taking pride in my “I don’t know” replies 🙂
Met up with a great friend of mine from high school last month and he had dozens of stories of hiking/camping in Colorado – with Bolder being one of his favorite places, and your photos back up all he’s said.
Sometimes it is better to let other people do all the talking while one listens and smiles. 😁 If you get the chance to head over to Colorado on your next US trip, check out Boulder. Great hikes and a really fun little college town.
Sensory overload comes to mind, AG. I can get lost in the whirlpool of information but set me down in Boulder and I wouldn’t have a care in the world. Your paragraph about the bunting and the cottonwood is a triumph! 🙂
🙂 Thank you for that. If only I could be more like them….it is so comforting, however, on these outdoor explorations to be reminded that the internet does not have everything.
Your pictures have such a unique color to them, what is it?
We used a blue lens filter to shoot some of the photos for this post.
Living the American Dream in Boulder is really interesting for me to know the facts about the place. Keep it up.
I lived 45 minutes away years back and loved hiking there.
So much of Colorado has been about the amazing hikes and climbs! I cannot imagine anyone living in the state who could not be an outdoors lover.
Systematic patterns is the best gift nature gives to our eyes. Graphic designers have a lot to learn from nature.
Though not a graphic designer, I have always admired nature’s patterns, especially the many ways in which it displays fractals.
Yes! We are born to love it throughout the whole evolution. So those designers who use fractals in their products and ads know perfectly how to influence our subconscious mind.
Your writing is beautiful and touching. Your words and photographs move me, truly. I particularly loved the “I don’t know” passages – I strive to always confess when I do not know something and strive to rectify it and move on to the next thing I do not yet know. Thank you. For the reminders as well as the beauty.
I am thrilled to know that I have added some beauty to your day. In return you always make me laugh, so thank you for that! Saying “I don’t know” is terrifying as an adult but it has helped foster my curiosity, so I plan to keep saying it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this subject and for your kind words.
Likewise…thank you so much for your beautiful insight as well as your kindness. You remind me of the goodness still out there waiting to be discovered.
😏 It’s hard for us cynics to believe, but thankfully it does exist.