Thanks to those who have joined Tracks in Space, or will later today.
I had a great sit outdoors watching the world wake up. It’s due to be 105 in my neck of the woods today, 90 by 8am, so I got an early jump on it, before the sun came up. I have a spot down by a dry, rocky, silty riverbed in a mountain valley I like to visit, surrounded by oaks. The stream runs a month or two out of the year, then turns to a nice hiking trail the rest. This summer it’s been extremely dry. Lots of tinder that could easily go up in smoke. The bees were up early, trying to find water where they could. The birds started poking around next. A hawk was up early, moving between trees before he started for the day. I saw a blue jay pretend to be a woodpecker. That was a new for me. For five minutes he hit a branch with his beak, and was rewarded with a fat, white grub. How he knew exactly where to land, I’ll never know. This was followed by a huge crash in the bushes 50 feet away. It sounded like a large branch fell off a tree. The area is known to have bear sightings every couple months, so I got ready to move. Turned out to be the least graceful buck ever. Must have gotten caught and fell down a hillside. He saw me and walked away sheepishly. Then the dragonflies started, and the sun came over the rise.
I’ve had a heavy heart the past few weeks, a sadness and anger at what has transpired these past years, and a worry about what is yet to come. It’s been a bit debilitating. I’ve not been as productive and present as I should be. Too much projecting into the future. This morning I was sitting on a large boulder below an ancient oak, facing east. I watched the sun rise behind the oak, and had a feeling arise with the light. It was only half enunciated, but I fully understood it. It was a feeling similar to the verse “vengeance is mine sayeth the lord.” I need not worry because downfall is present already even in the seed of evil. Then I read the plow, and my throat stuck a bit at “some there were, as always, who doubted that the war would end right”. That bit has gotten me before. I’ve been living in that too much. I doubt I will be able to let go of the fear and anger right away, I will work on it, but I heard what the oak and the sun had to say.
Re: Tracks in Space, Alone Together
I had a great sit outdoors watching the world wake up. It’s due to be 105 in my neck of the woods today, 90 by 8am, so I got an early jump on it, before the sun came up. I have a spot down by a dry, rocky, silty riverbed in a mountain valley I like to visit, surrounded by oaks. The stream runs a month or two out of the year, then turns to a nice hiking trail the rest. This summer it’s been extremely dry. Lots of tinder that could easily go up in smoke. The bees were up early, trying to find water where they could. The birds started poking around next. A hawk was up early, moving between trees before he started for the day. I saw a blue jay pretend to be a woodpecker. That was a new for me. For five minutes he hit a branch with his beak, and was rewarded with a fat, white grub. How he knew exactly where to land, I’ll never know. This was followed by a huge crash in the bushes 50 feet away. It sounded like a large branch fell off a tree. The area is known to have bear sightings every couple months, so I got ready to move. Turned out to be the least graceful buck ever. Must have gotten caught and fell down a hillside. He saw me and walked away sheepishly. Then the dragonflies started, and the sun came over the rise.
I’ve had a heavy heart the past few weeks, a sadness and anger at what has transpired these past years, and a worry about what is yet to come. It’s been a bit debilitating. I’ve not been as productive and present as I should be. Too much projecting into the future. This morning I was sitting on a large boulder below an ancient oak, facing east. I watched the sun rise behind the oak, and had a feeling arise with the light. It was only half enunciated, but I fully understood it. It was a feeling similar to the verse “vengeance is mine sayeth the lord.” I need not worry because downfall is present already even in the seed of evil. Then I read the plow, and my throat stuck a bit at “some there were, as always, who doubted that the war would end right”. That bit has gotten me before. I’ve been living in that too much. I doubt I will be able to let go of the fear and anger right away, I will work on it, but I heard what the oak and the sun had to say.
Murmuration