Morning Trip (294)

“After ten thousand years of human civilization, the second Axial Age is bringing us up hard against questions that have finally become too big to look away from: Can we recognize that we are the snake in the garden? Can we own up to our abuses and begin to make restitution? Is that even possible? Can we change? This may be our last chance to face these questions and try to answer them. Climate change, mass extinction, deforestation, soil depletion, acidified oceans, melting ice: all the warning signs have long been flashing red. It is too late now to plan for the future or to issue warnings about it. The future is here. We are living in it.”
–Paul Kingsnorth, The Axis and the Sycamore

Winter in Summer (for needing a little chill)

The Desired Snow--by elisabeth connelley

Just in from mowing a field, I mean a yard. Thank the Lord for showers and cold water! It is so funny to notice today, that for a moment everyone was joyful about Spring, or lack of snow. Then came the rain, beautiful anti-drought rain, and cooler than seasonal temperatures for most. I must admit, that it has been difficult for farmers, but many more than the farmers have been irritated and otherwise about the deluge. SO…we have dry and hot hot heat! People whining all day here…perfect sun, perfect clouds, perfect Summer!

Happily looking at that snow, that for me covers life, and thinking of letting it melt over my body as I watch a crimson sun set against ink black trees on the horizon….mmmmm Perfection!

Morning Trip (29)

“I see my beauty in you. I become
a mirror that cannot close its eyes

to your longing. My eyes wet with
yours in the early light. My mind

every moment giving birth, always
conceiving, always in the ninth

month, always the come-point. How
do I stand this? We become these

words we say, a wailing sound moving
out into the air. These thousands of

worlds that rise from nowhere, how
does your face contain them? I’m

a fly in your honey, then closer, a
moth caught in flame’s allure, then

empty sky stretched out in homage.”
– Jelaluddin Rumi
The Glance Songs of Soul-Meeting