“There is something about being in a space where everything has to work hard to stay alive. It’s rocky, bare, and rough. You feel quite exposed. The plants are small and tough if there are any plants at all. It’s counter to your daily life,” says van Zyl. “It’s not where I’d go to live but where I go out to seek out the intangible. The quiet.”
The long age of glaciers, the evidence of the primal elements grinding and etching and sculpting entire mountainsides, is an encounter that can right-size us two-footed ones — if we allow our egos to course-correct from conqueror to the fleeting observer, to drop back into the vaster lineage of deep time, where our awe can grow, and our self-importance can shrink. “I think many people feel small when they enter these places,” says van Zyl. In this day and age, that is very, very good. It’s counter-intuitive but a practical prescription for addressing climate grief and human impact. Go to a place you feel small, naturally, such as in the mountains.