Thursday, May 26, 2016

5.5.16 While I was watching


The conservation fields have not Native tribes since 1600, 
nor herds nor housing development, but rather, steep hills 
flush with rich Spring grasses, long and thick, 
while the forest surrounding is still slowly waking up.


 

5.5.16 They were seldom playful, seldom even merry

but anyone could see at once, at a glance, that this was not from any kind of sullenness. 
Maybe for that very reason they were never afraid of anyone." 
                                                                              Dostoyevsky


 

5.5.16 Meanwhile

I am eating too much and my daughter is not eating enough. 
My son is not eating sugar ,and my husband and I are not eating grains, potatoes or dairy. 
My oldest is eating gourmet every chance he gets. 
Many people the world over are not eating well enough. 
While far into the night, I hear the dormouse in the bedroom walls, eating and eating well.


 

5.4.16 For you and me




This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
From the Redwood Forests to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me






5.4.16 A little rain will fall




It always amazes me how you can be in someone's presence or listen to them or read what they have written, and almost by osmosis , or a contact consciousness high, absorb some small essence of what they've discovered, and begin to live, themselves. 
     You hear this and that , and the connection between them and what they're sharing is so clear . 
     It's so clear that it sets something off in you . Some small seed of a something you didn't know was there. 
     And it suddenly develops a tiny blossom of realization. And in that moment, you see the trajectory.
     Of how, in some sort of proximity to someone else and their awareness, you've been set off. A little rain fell, your tiny quiet seed grew, it got itself a few leaves, and now there's this small blossom of awareness that you can just notice, and if you choose, see the world through. Like tiny glasses .
     Where suddenly , everything is more settled and simpler and not all reactive and worrisome . Instead, it right now just is.