Today marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of Rachel Carson!
She was a remarkable individual and I truly admire and have tremendous respect for her intelligence, courage, perseverance, and genuine love of the natural world. If you haven't already, be sure to read some of her books, such as
Silent Spring,
The Sea Around Us,
The Sense of Wonder (this title is a favourite of mine, especially as a gift for new parents), and others. You can learn more about Rachel Carson
here and
here. I will leave you with a bit of writing by Ms. Carson that I am particularly fond of. This excerpt is found in the book entitled:
Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman, 1952-1964.“But most of all I shall remember the Monarchs, that unhurried westward drift of one small winged form after another, each drawn by some invisible force. We talked a little about their migration, their history. Did they return? We thought not; for most, at least, this was the closing journey of their lives.
But it occurred to me this afternoon, remembering, that it had been a happy spectacle, that we had felt no sadness when we spoke of the fact that there would be no return. And rightly – for when any living thing has come to the end of its life cycle we accept that end as natural.
For the Monarch, that cycle is measured in a known span of months. For ourselves, the measure is something else, the span of which we cannot know. But the thought is the same: when that intangible cycle has run its course it is natural and no unhappy thing that a life comes to its end.
That is what those brightly fluttering bits of life taught me this morning. I found a deep happiness in it – so, I hope, may you.”