My energy is returning with the lengthening of the days, each day a little longer and fuller than the one before. It is a thrill to wake each day with my head a little more clear and a reserve of energy beginning to build in the well. I feel there is something there now, a pool, where before I came to the end of my strength and crashed. I have something to work with now, to hold and mold. Each day I feel the cottony haze I've been wrapped in unwrap, unfold, and continue to fall apart, thread by thread. Yay!
A beautiful spring Sunday to All!! Imagine, with all this rain, the wildflowers that must be springing on the hills like jewels and nuggets of freshly strewn gold.
My niece Katy informs me that she is going to be a butterfly in her ballet recital. She says, "I love being a butterfly. Our play is called The Four Seasons. I'm a transition from spring to summer."
I love it! I am currently a transition from winter to spring, and soon, I'll transition from spring to summer too.
I'll be lively, mixing pollen, like paint, as I fly.
I am loving the book "Chasing Spring" by Bruce Stutz. After his recovery from heart surgery, he heads out in a car to follow spring from north to south, until he flies far north to experience almost 24 hours of light. His emphasis is on enjoying every spring, for, as we know, they do not repeat.
He writes: "Since 1950, the year I was born, the world's annual carbon emissions have gone from 1.5 billion to 6.8 billion tons. The carbon dioxide level in the atmosphere has increased from 310 to just under 380 parts per million - and done so at a rate faster than any time in the last 20,000 years and is accelerating, last year by nearly twice the annual average of the previous 50 years. Earth's average temperature has risen from 56.8 to 58.2 degrees Fahrenheit. The world's population has gone from 2.5 to 6.5 billion."
It is sobering indeed, and conservation could make a difference. I am setting intention today to be more aware.
As I type this, a seaplane flies overhead. The sun is out as are the tourists. They need their bird's eye view of Muir Woods.
More from Bruce Stutz and "Chasing Spring" -
"A plant or animal can be in only one place at a time. As self-evident as that seems, we too often assume that the world of a living thing is only where we find it. The truth is that, just as humans live one place, work in another, and travel through a variety of places going from home to work, most animals and plants do the same. The area over which a living thing lives, feeds, and breeds is called its range. Plants that produce pollen need their pollen to spread over a range in order to produce new plants. A 400-pound grizzly bear ranges over some 7,000 acres for its food. A migrating salmon ranges from the ocean to the headwaters of freshwater streams. Monarch butterflies range from Mexico to Maine. Those aggressively protective Arctic terns spend three months in the Arctic nesting and brooding, then take off and three months later land 12,000 miles away in the Antarctic, where they winter - again in 24 hours of daily sunlight; in all they range over 24,000 miles of land, air and water. Each spring young eels that hatch in the Sargasso Sea in the Atlantic Ocean find their way a few thousand miles to rivers along the Atlantic coasts of the United States and Europe, where they move upstream to mature. Everywhere, the natural world is made up of overlapping ranges - plant and animal and human. And in spring they're all seeing action, every court's in play."
Stutz quotes Einstein. "us physicists believe the separation between past, present and future is only an illusion ..." "The concept of space as something existing objectively and independent of things belongs to pre-scientific thought, but not so the idea of existence of an infinite number of spaces in motion relative to each other."
And then, there is the 17th-century poet Matsuo Basho -
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
Enjoy and savor these luscious days and nights of activity-filled spring if you are in the northern hemisphere, and welcome fall if you are settled in the south.
Thanks to technology, we watched Friday's Bill Maher tonight. He ended with a monologue on the major problem facing each one of us right now, and that is saving the planet earth. It is very clear that Bush and his oil cronies are ignoring a severe crisis. According to scientific evidence that the Bushies and their oil lobbyist appointee are trying to cover up, we have ten years before we pass the tripping point. Ten years. That is nothing. Think of what you were doing ten years ago. Like that, we may have destroyed our home. Let us stay aware, live aware, speak aware. Let us continue to be the change we want to see in the world. Let us walk in Gandhi's peaceful steps and treat ourselves reverently, and let us save our home.
by Charles Simic
The plastic statue of the Virgin
On top of a bedroom dresser
With a blackened mirror
From a bad-dream grooming salon.
Two pebbles from the grave of a rock star,
A small, grinning windup monkey,
A bronze Egyptian coin
And a red movie-ticket stub.
A splotch of sunlight on the framed
Communion photograph of a boy
With the eyes of someone
Who will drown in a lake real soon.
An altar dignifying the god of chance.
What is beautiful, it cautions,
Is found accidentally and not sought after.
What is beautiful is easily lost.