"He was born in the summer of his 27th year, comin' home to a place he'd never been before"

When I was 27, I took a leave of absence from my job and traveled all around the West in an old, beat-up Volkswagon camper.  
 
My friends and family thought I was crazy, and worried for my safety.  At that time in my life, I wasn't very concerned about potential danger on the road.  I had been sick for months, and the doctor informed me that I had some strange condition called 'SAD;' meaning I needed light - like a plant or a tree - to live.  Imagine that.

Honestly, all I really knew or cared was that I had to somehow get out of Chicago, where I had been living a netherlife of endless illness, gloom and ice.  The greater part of my soul was starving and dying in the dark, paved-over grayness of the city.

"When he first came to the mountains his life was far away, on the road and hangin' by a song"

I traveled for three months; throughout the Southwest, to the California cliffs and beaches, up into the painted desert, and the high, 'Rim Country' of Northern Arizona, through the canyons of Utah, and of course, into the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. I seldom saw another soul, and went for weeks at a time without speaking.  I stayed off main roads, out of popular camp grounds, carried all of my food and water, and lost myself in nature.  Actually, I found more than I ever lost out there.  I found peace.

One night, as I sat alone at my camp fire, I happened to witness one of the most beautiful sights I have ever beheld.  A storm was moving in from the West, and the sun was setting behind one solitary rain cell.  

Suddenly the sky was lit with a brilliant orange and yellow, and yes - the falling rain was backlit with a fiery red glow that turned glistening  raindrops into blazing drops of molten lava, showering down as from a  volcano.  

"In the Colorado rocky mountain high, I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky"

I sat there alone, in awe.... overwhelmed with a sense of profound clarity and gratitude.  The vision was a gift and a promise; a promise of hope, and a permanent solution to the man-made grayness of the city.  In that moment and in that place, I became one with something greater than myself; something so big, so powerful and achingly beautiful that all of my simple problems ceased to matter.

"Talk to God and listen to the casual reply"

In that moment, without realizing it, I started humming 'Rocky Mountain High.'  I laughed out loud when I realized how perfectly the lyrics fit the moment, and perhaps my entire journey.  It wasn't hard to imagine John sitting across the campfire, strumming his guitar and grinning that John Denver grin; sharing the moment of magic and transcendence.  The experience spoke to the very heart of his message:  

Go outside... everything you seek is out there, all around you.

I never quite recovered from that trip.  I never returned to 'normalcy.'  The lessons I learned in the wilds remain more real than this keyboard, this office, and even this house.  The trees outside the window constantly beacon to me.  I can never 'unlearn' the lessons of the mountains.

This is a terrible time to be a lover of nature.  It has become a time of fear and grief, as many beautiful places are attacked, destroyed, and many creatures pass from existence at the hands of a lost humanity.

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams,
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand,
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

Watching John Denver's life story and reconnecting to the music was painful.  It served as just another reminder of how drastically things have spiraled into darkness.  I was reminded of a happier time and place; and perhaps of innocence lost.

The music brought back memories that somehow mock me with their stark contrast to our present day.  The tranquility and peace I felt while lying under a thick forest canopy and listening to the birds.  A spontaneous shout of joy upon seeing an eagle soaring high above a rugged canyon.  The reverent awe I felt while standing on the root of a massive, ancient redwood.  

I never felt the slightest bit 'alone' or lonely in those days, because I was at one with everything.  I have no other way to express it.  I never thought of time, of space, of death or of endings.  I never once wondered if I might somehow live too long, or see too much.

As we watched the history of his life, John's music was suddenly a painful reminder of a time when I still had hope.

John Denver is dead.  I can feel it in my heart, and see it in the devastation all around us.  John is nowhere to be found in the incomprehensible behavior of my government; in these greedy, lawless corporations and their rampant destruction of our wilderness, aerial gunning of wolves, smoke stacks spewing filth into the sky, and the poisoning of our food and water.  

John Denver fell from the sky like a meteor; and managed to avoid watching the dark approach of catastrophic climate change, and the thoughtless destruction of our last remaining wild places.  He'll never ache for the plight of drowning polar bears.  Some days I wish I had been so lucky.

I know that while he lived, he saw plenty of damage and destruction.  He harbored his own fears for the places that he loved.  Because of course, he sang about that too:

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear,
of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

Somehow he kept the faith. I wish I knew how... why we humans lost our connection, and our reverence for this earth.  I can't help wondering why something that should have been so very easy, turned out to be so very hard.  

"Sweet, sweet surrender; live, live without care; like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air."

"Lost and alone on some forgotten highway
Traveled by many, remembered by few
Lookin' for something that I can believe in
Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life

There's nothin' behind me and nothin' that ties me to
Something that might have been true yesterday
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today

And I don't know what the future is holdin' in store
I don't know where I'm goin', I'm not sure where I've been
There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me
My life is worth the livin', I don't need to see the end

Sweet, sweet surrender
Live, live without care
Like a fish in the water
Like a bird in the air."

John Denver is dead.  Long live John Denver.