Well, my honey was off, dashing through the snow to an appointment, and the pup was going nutso, and we had about one more half hour of light.
So I dressed up while he leaped about me in dog happiness,
and I opened the back door as he exploded off into the white field.
Down we went, happy as anyone's business ,
to explore and crunch down the hills and wander into the forest
and gaze at the ravine
and go in a bit to the outwaters and breathe the winter fresh air.
Far out into the out waters I could hear the coyote all calling in the new snow.
Then off we tromped up the snow covered hill, to our little warm waiting home ,
happy and breathless and shining.
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Saturday, December 31, 2016
12.30.16 How far will we stray FB video
We have such an enormous unfathomable macrocosm, within which our knowable microcosm of everyday life exists.
We add to this the assumption of digital distant realities, things we have learned do exist, despite being unable on a regular basis to employ our hearing and sight and smell and touch to gauge and interact and assert and compile and respond.
To people and situations and environments. We squeeze so much that once was sensory into online information gathering and interaction.
We are no more genetically prepared to live this way than the food we now customarily consume.
It's all here and we as a species have created it and then we are born into it and do not question it and become gratified by it and build entire lives around that which we are not yet genetically prepared for.
The adjunct, of course, which once was primary, or in fact, the solitary way we functioned as humans, is the going outside.
The going outside and not reading our phones or talking on them or photographing things for the express purpose of sharing them later and too the express purpose of selecting every single interaction while having part of us suspended and non interactive and non connected, which is the part that is making certain to think and edit and photograph and even choose what we experience, with the primary factor being that it will be something we will share online ,and how well it will be liked ,and if it will provide the status that will confer upon us ,so we can have some sense of who we are, and feel good about ourselves for a bit anyway.
I'm just wondering how much farther we will stray from Whitman or Sappho or Russell Means or Angela Davis or Elder LaDonna Tamakawastewin Allard , before we all turn to dust.
https://www.facebook.com/gwen.mcclellan/videos/10208584910403727/
We add to this the assumption of digital distant realities, things we have learned do exist, despite being unable on a regular basis to employ our hearing and sight and smell and touch to gauge and interact and assert and compile and respond.
To people and situations and environments. We squeeze so much that once was sensory into online information gathering and interaction.
We are no more genetically prepared to live this way than the food we now customarily consume.
It's all here and we as a species have created it and then we are born into it and do not question it and become gratified by it and build entire lives around that which we are not yet genetically prepared for.
The adjunct, of course, which once was primary, or in fact, the solitary way we functioned as humans, is the going outside.
The going outside and not reading our phones or talking on them or photographing things for the express purpose of sharing them later and too the express purpose of selecting every single interaction while having part of us suspended and non interactive and non connected, which is the part that is making certain to think and edit and photograph and even choose what we experience, with the primary factor being that it will be something we will share online ,and how well it will be liked ,and if it will provide the status that will confer upon us ,so we can have some sense of who we are, and feel good about ourselves for a bit anyway.
I'm just wondering how much farther we will stray from Whitman or Sappho or Russell Means or Angela Davis or Elder LaDonna Tamakawastewin Allard , before we all turn to dust.
https://www.facebook.com/gwen.mcclellan/videos/10208584910403727/
12.30.16 Adagletto
All night the sound came back to me
Until morning, wakening
The light tumbling over the range
Spilling upon the outwaters of this old river
Stansas thick and penetrable
Adagletto, playing by my side
12.30.16 Seems like smells like looks like feels like sounds like
It seems we will be like any other civilization or dominant species we know of from history, uncontrollably creating and then consuming and living within ways that will limit us, and ultimately finish us. And then, over time, earth will heal and revert and someone else will rise up, and come on out to play.
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181269088576540/
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181269088576540/
12/30.16 Bedtime at the OK Corral
Down by the Eagle Sanctuary
the earth was readying for bed
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181267968576652/
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181268788576570/
the earth was readying for bed
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181267968576652/
https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1181268788576570/
12.20.16 Down by the farmers fields
the newly fallen snow glistened in the gorgeous bright winters day, the sky the dreamiest blue, with every racing cloud astounding
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