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Seeing the Earth, Knowing Our Place, September 5, 2004
This review is from: Icons of Loss and Grace: Moments from the Natural World (Hardcover)
Icons of Loss and Grace: Moments from the Natural World, is a collection of lyrical and profoundly personal reflections on life and place. In these lovely essays, Susan Hanson explores the relationship between the human world and the world of nature, between cultivated gardens and what she calls "the familiar wild," between the wilderness within and the wilderness without. Hers is a world of where sandhill cranes call to our most primal selves; where pulling henbit out of the flowerbed is a way of taking the earth's pulse; where no matter how sharp and bitter the loss, there is some sweetness, some goodness in it. She writes about butterflies and shooting stars above the Frio River, and real homeland security. She tells us that earthworms, at the threshold of winter, reinvent the world, and that the silence of a monastic retreat can teach us "that there is nothing left to say, and everything to learn." She takes a moment to watch and smile at two dung beetles who are playing their earnest roles in the "riotous recyling of all that falls to the earth." And as she touches an abandoned egg in an empty nest, she remembers Emily Dickenson's poem, "Hope is the thing with feathers."
Through these moments of deep attention to the world of nature, in prose that is profoundly simple deeply evocative, Susan Hanson helps to define her own nature, her own longings--and ours, as well. "Attention," she says. "What more do I have to give the world than that? What more can I do than say 'This matters, listen, look, engage'? What more is there to do?"
Just this, we are taught in Icons of Loss and Grace. Just this. It is the only lesson we need to learn.
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A Search For The Soul And A Oneness With Others., March 7, 2010
This review is from: Icons of Loss and Grace: Moments from the Natural World (Hardcover)
Sometimes as we go through life we think others are totally separated from us but in reading this book I found just maybe there is a universal oneness which is brought through our experiences with nature. This author has a way with thoughts and words which I have never been able to express but surely have felt over and over while I was digging around nature in the backyard of this whole natural,spiritual world.
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Grace-full, July 9, 2009
This review is from: Icons of Loss and Grace: Moments from the Natural World (Hardcover)
For fifteen years, Susan Hanson wrote a weekly column for the San Marcos newspaper. I read it regularly, and when she quit writing the column, I was one among many who urged her to collect the best of the essays and publish them. She has done so, but she has not just selected from her earlier essays. She has added new essays, revised earlier ones, grouped them. And Texas Tech University press has put them into a remarkably attractive package, one featuring illustrations by Melanie Fain. Now I and others have a chance to read these little gems at our leisure. And that is the way I suggest the book be read. I put it on my bedside table, and most nights I read or reread an essay. But I am not sure essay is the proper category for them. Probably prose poems is closer to what they are. Normally, I am not fond of prose poems, but these I like, not just because they are well written but because many are about Central Texas, the place where I live-- its weather, trees, flowers, insects. In her initial essay, Hanson tells about moving from the Gulf Coast of Texas and having to adjust her gardening to the harsh reality of Central Texas. She tells of planting Azaleas and hydrangeas and watching them die as they were starved by the chalky, alkaline soil. She learned to accept the reality of life in her new place, first by inventorying what was on her small semirural lot and then learning from those plants she found: "Instead of treating every unknown seedling as a weed, I let it be--at least until I knew for certain what it was. And rather than imposing some design more suited to a different time and place, I let the landscape show me how it worked." And we are the beneficiaries of what she learned. Most of her selections are about her piece of Central Texas. Typically, she tells of seeing or hearing something there, and then she reflects on implications of what she observes. She brings her widespread reading to bear on the situation with short, well chosen quotes from such writers as Mary Oliver, Michael Pollan, Wendell Berry, Jack Kerouac, Henry David Thoreau, John Tveten, Aldo Leopold, and Richard Phelan. Hanson also reports on what she sees and thinks at a retreat center, Lebh Shomea, in South Texas, and at parks and camps in the Texas Hill Country along several rivers, the Little Blanco, the Guadalupe, and the Frio. Occasionally she goes farther afield, visiting and reporting on far West Texas, Utah, and Colorado.
From the marmot in Colorado to the javelina of South Texas, from the False Dayflower in her yard to the palmettos in the Ottine swamp, from the Cooper's hawk to the cormorant--Hanson calmly and gracefully informs us. And she relates all of this to the humans who live with these and other things, things natural, every day, and wondrous. She writes of the change of seasons and our acceptance or resistance to that and other changes. She relates the losses of nature to those humans have--the death of a child or a parent. She asks, "How can I understand that what is absent is not gone, that what has ended is not finished, that what is taken is returned as more than memory?" She says she can't: "What I can do, though is listen for the sound of the sandhill cranes flying high above my house this fall, feel the supple shoots of next spring's phlox, memorize the curve and hue of Michaelmas daisies in full bloom. What I can do is live as though beauty matters, as if its imprint on the soul never fades."
What I like most about the essays is both her precision in reporting and her hesitance in concluding. She is willing to admit paradox: "We must be patient, reminding ourselves that whatever comes will arrive a piece at a time. And finally, we must bear the weight of paradox, recognizing that delight and sorrow are soul mates, that redemption and loss are a part of the same sacred ground." What I like least about them is that they are so few. Already, I and other readers are urging her to mine her former columns for another volume of essays.''
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