It’s been another beautiful day. Dark now, but the back door is still open. It’s good to hear kids playing in the neighborhood.
I know no one in power gives a shit about the health of the planet, especially not the so-called experts traveling the globe to talk about it. But then you read something like this and it shocks even my bitter self.
A proverb is one man’s wit and all men’s wisdom.
Lord John Russell, as quoted by Jackson Crawford in this (as always) excellent video “Odin and Wisdom.”
It’s a beautiful spring day here. Rachel is outside giving our pond its spring cleaning. I’m inside preparing a budget presentation. One of these things is more fun than the other.
We heard a hawk call while we were doing some transplanting, looked up, and saw three(!) of them. Every time I see a hawk I think of the Robinson Jeffers’ poem title: “give your heart to the hawks.”
First sighting of the frog in our pond this year! Looks like he survived the winter. Can you see his head poking above the water near the edge?
Pretty excited about this one. I started reading it online through the university library just to get a taste, and within five pages decided I had to buy it and put aside everything else I’m reading until I’m through it.
In memory of my dad
My father and I, we check the locks– that’s what the Abels do. Neurosis passed along the line just like his Craftsman tools. I see him there, on his rounds, nocturnal sealing rite. Here I am, securing doors against encroaching night. There was a time when I asked what does this signify? Now we double check the doors and do not worry why.
Josh Radnor: Give up on your war against reality
When I fight reality, when I wail and moan that things should be going ‘some other way,’ I suffer. When I begin with acceptance and surrender – “Okay this is what is happening right now and where we are” – I don’t suffer. Or at least I suffer far less. And the next right actions are much much clearer than when I’m giving equal weight to each voice in my head.
Someone said recently–and I agree–that the time for new projects, clearing the decks, etc., is the spring, not the new year. That makes far more sense with the rhythms of the world and the body. In winter, your body is working on survival, just getting through. Spring is the time for renewal.