I'm thinking about how much work its going to be to put screens in my windows...but how itchy I'll be without them (got the first mosquito bites last night and they are already scabby.
I'm thinking about how much work its going to be to put screens in my windows...but how itchy I'll be without them (got the first mosquito bites last night and they are already scabby.
“You have never answered but you did not need to. If I stand at the ocean I can hear you with your thousand voices. Sometimes you shout, hilarious laughter that taunts all questions. Other nights you are silent as death, a mirror in which the stars show themselves. Then I think you want to tell me something, but you never do. Of course I know I have written letters to no-one. But what if I find a trident tomorrow?" ~~Letters to Poseidon, Cees Nooteboom
“We still carry this primal relationship to the Earth within our consciousness, even if we have long forgotten it. It is a primal recognition of the wonder, beauty, and divine nature of the Earth. It is a felt reverence for all that exists. Once we bring this foundational quality into our consciousness, we will be able to respond to our present man-made crisis from a place of balance, in which our actions will be grounded in an attitude of respect for all of life. This is the nature of real sustainability.”
~~Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
"We are the offspring of history, and must establish our own paths in this most diverse and interesting of conceivable universes--one indifferent to our suffering, and therefore offering us maximal freedom to thrive, or to fail, in our own chosen way."
~~Stephen Jay Gould, Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History
"Humans are not rational creatures. Now, logic and rationality are very helpful tools, but there’s also a place for embracing our subjectivity and thinking symbolically. Sometimes what our so-called higher thinking can’t or won’t see, our older, more primitive intuition will." John Beckett
Pagan Devotionals, because the wind and the rain is our Bible
some of the gyms have opened back up here in BC. I've been going 4 days a week for the last two weeks, and it feels so good.
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.” – John Muir
Mostly art.
So anyway. I'm working again. I just started working on Monday. I work every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And yes I'm wearing a mask.
I just realized that I joined you guys a year ago...and for the life of me, I can't bring myself to believe that it's only been a year since then. It feels like an eternity. The world is on fire, everyone is sick, the rock I draw my personal strength from is crumbling to sand in front of me. It was last year this time that I saw the last healthy fruit in my fields. Reduced to beans and greens.
OTOH, my eldest daughter stood up to me and told me I was wrong for the first time in her short life, and it filled me with pride...even though she was wrong about that, lol. My sons are bigger now, credible stewards of the land I'm building for their sons. My roosters, who care for my roosters. They still think girls are icky and whenever I look at them I can't help but laugh. The weather won't cooperate with me but I've never seen my soil healthier - so I have alot of worms and because of that I've met alot of sunfish. I got the privilege of caressing a musky as big as my youngest girl last week when she decided that I didn't need the bluegill I was reeling in. She was was terrified. My daughter, not the fish.
I'm no longer employed by the EPA, my contract with the Resource Conservation and Development Council has expired. I doubt that either still exist, in reality. That's given me the freedom and the courage to stand up and say the things that I was previously barred from saying at local hearings. To divulge information that my professional existence up to this point was strongly predicated against. I find myself, for the first time in thirty years, employed by no one other than myself. Still not sure how I feel about that.
I tend to focus so much on my limited concerns and my limited interests...but as I look out my window while typing this - the trees that I've been waging war against for years are doing just fine. I see the sun painting bars on their trunks. They remind me very much of people enjoying a day at the beach - and they remind me that I need to get out to the banks this fall for the shark run. I missed it this spring - too busy doing what has amounted to nothing. I can't grow a tomato because I'm going to have too many walnuts to sell, this year.
All is well, all is right, all is as it should be. I've dreaded every new day and every new challenge, I've been angry and preoccupied and distant and weary and more than anything else just busy. I woke up naked in bed this morning with my wife for the first time since...I can't honestly recall. I'm so inexpressibly grateful that I didn't fall under my own equipment this last year. I couldn't have borne the thought of going out as I've been this many, many months.
This year needs mortars. The tents are up and I'm going to buy enough powder to turn night to day.
We just took out all the windows and screens on our porch for cleaning (the hubris of possessing a power washer) and I feel this. Didn't realize until after there was a bunch of different sizes and custom sizing that made putting it all back a bit of a chore.Originally Posted by thalassa
“They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.”
-Madeline Miller, Circe
I gave the hubby a mohawk...
And I chopped Chickadee & Sharkbait's hair...
Momma has become the coronacutter.
“You have never answered but you did not need to. If I stand at the ocean I can hear you with your thousand voices. Sometimes you shout, hilarious laughter that taunts all questions. Other nights you are silent as death, a mirror in which the stars show themselves. Then I think you want to tell me something, but you never do. Of course I know I have written letters to no-one. But what if I find a trident tomorrow?" ~~Letters to Poseidon, Cees Nooteboom
“We still carry this primal relationship to the Earth within our consciousness, even if we have long forgotten it. It is a primal recognition of the wonder, beauty, and divine nature of the Earth. It is a felt reverence for all that exists. Once we bring this foundational quality into our consciousness, we will be able to respond to our present man-made crisis from a place of balance, in which our actions will be grounded in an attitude of respect for all of life. This is the nature of real sustainability.”
~~Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
"We are the offspring of history, and must establish our own paths in this most diverse and interesting of conceivable universes--one indifferent to our suffering, and therefore offering us maximal freedom to thrive, or to fail, in our own chosen way."
~~Stephen Jay Gould, Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History
"Humans are not rational creatures. Now, logic and rationality are very helpful tools, but there’s also a place for embracing our subjectivity and thinking symbolically. Sometimes what our so-called higher thinking can’t or won’t see, our older, more primitive intuition will." John Beckett
Pagan Devotionals, because the wind and the rain is our Bible
Trying to talk K'Roe into mohawking me (is that racist? Cultural apropriation?), now that I am *officially* a old dude, and a drag on society...
Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
Chunk got Milo's favorite chicken... so Milo and I went to Tractor Supply to replace her and brought home 4. We might have a problem.
"If you want to know what a man is like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." -- Sirius Black
"Time is an illusion, lunch time doubly so."-- Ford Prefect
A bunch of "what if" scenarios related to a contest I entered.
I've had a mohawk for a few years now. It's current form is a mullet 'hawk with microbangs.
Rock it, Corbin.
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.” – John Muir
Mostly art.
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