No doubt about it, I am a biophile. Anyone who has ever hiked, ridden in the car, or pretty much gone anywhere with me knows what I am talking about. I am easily distracted by blooming wildflowers even when it’s the 50th golden fairy lantern we’ve seen in a quarter mile, will point out every single pronghorn I spot in Lamar Valley because each one is just as amazing to me as the last, will gasp so loud in excitement over hawks and other roadside creatures that I alarm the other passengers in the car, will dangerously flail about on the back of the motorbike after spotting cranes landing in a field in the distance, and hike slower than a 5 year old because I want to look for wild ginger flowers. Yep, I am a biophile and I don’t think I’m the only one.
While in California I picked up a copy of The Geography of Bliss: One Grump’s Search for the Happiest Places in the World by Eric Weiner at WFOL’s Best Little Bookstore in Winters. This proved to be the best 50 cent invest I had made in awhile.
One section resonated with me long after I set this book down. It was about biophilia and considering the term was coined by E.O. Wilson I was surprised I hadn’t come across it before. See except below:
Are you a biophile too?