All that is old is new again. The shedding of skin, the work, exhaustion – the gift – of emergence. Tis’ the season. Happy New Year one and all.
On this Christmas a silent wish – carried in these letters you read. Peace, health, love, happiness – may they sink long into your life, and the lives of those that love you.
Each year is like no other and this one has been exceptional for me – in its challenges, and its discoveries. Thank you so very much for your presence in this little bog, and in my life.
The winter festivals – light in the darkness – Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas. Blessings to you and yours.
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Made stew yesterday. Had the strangest feeling I had worked with meat and plants many times – for millennia. And I have.
Washed a pot today, same feeling, a thousand years of wash-up, store, reuse. Not the realm of deja vu, but of Being, once and again.
For all their diversity and unique individual nature, humans are collective creatures. Experience, pain, action, inaction, curiosity and so much more. Cellular, physiologic, emotional, and spiritual inheritance. We flow – through day, lifetime, epoch – despite incessant belief in bodily punctuation.
The fundamentals, food, shelter – the needs of you, of me, of those that walked before, and those that will walk after. Witness, live, and relive the coarse rich necessity of our species. Energy passing through skin, bones, blood, inhabiting new lives, seeing with old eyes. Storied.
I have lived for a thousand years.
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A good and dear friend forwarded me the following opening lines from A Tale of Two Cities. I pass them on here, with a comment on their appropriateness for this day, this age – for so many.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period….
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They gave out small books and stickers instead of candy at Halloween one year. At Christmas, their outside decorations always brought a smile – they did it up right.
There was no For Sale sign. Just a rusted red metal bin with the words Cheap Dumpsters parked in their drive two days ago. Full of yard toys, household things.
Today as I walked by, occupants of three trucks providing Mortgage Field Services carted out a bed frame, a couple of boxes. Whoever left – took only what they needed.
There are a number of houses for sale in this neighborhood. A realtor with a young couple looked over a foreclosure on the corner down the street. Sale pending across the street from that one – owners maybe got lucky. Moving on does not mean moving up around here. Sign of the times.
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My garden is small, but it contains the world.
Few years back I took up the lawn and an extra gravel parking space on the south side. Xeriscape and a few other things took hold – memorializes my western leanings.
In spring it comes alive, summer is lush, autumn – a microcosm of eternity. Winter, snow covered, quiet but for the birds seed picking. Throughout each season colors impossible, jutting, drooping, soft and stiff textures. Residue of human occupancy, nature of many types come to call.
To walk, or sit awhile here is to sink, to the small world, the leaves, seeds, and weeds, that are everything.
Leaves off the aspen grove, the hummingbirds and butterflies – jewels of summer – gone for now. Distant memories of the smell of rich summer soil, baking heat, hidden shades of green, wood. A child’s perspective that small spaces hold so much – and they do.
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Barbecue grills covered, Christmas decor up and lit around the burg, road potholes patched pending incumbent weather. City Works fellas out today pounding wooden stakes to mark road edge for snow plows – and there are no significant winter storms forecast.
Ready and waiting. Sometimes life is like that.
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Tis the season. I had the Christmas lights up on the roof before Halloween this year. Beat the holiday rush – and inclement weather.
Nice view from the roof. Birds-eye, tree tops instead of roots, where things are going – results, not beginnings. Repaired a few things. Laid flat for a spell, watching clouds. Private. Very few passerby look up.
Fear of those heights crippled me on the roof a few years back. Used the cell phone to call the Neighbor to talk me down. Thanks again Neighbor.
Now two stories up and on the edge, fear gets no truck with me. Job needs to get done. Emotion a luxury in the face of things – like shingles – that need repair.
Thanksgiving saw the lights turned on, pretty nice. Tis the season.
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On walkabout, cloudless, sunny cold day.
Rounding the street, my mind happened on an idea worth pursuing. Simultaneously my eyes caught an airplane splitting the vault of the sky evenly by contrail.
Atmospheric conditions being what they were, the disappearing contrail followed the plane closely, a daylit shooting star down the western horizon. Airy exclamation point on thoughts worth considering. Maybe a good sign.
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