September 12th, 2009

mt. tam fire lookout

Morning -

We were awakened early this morning by roaring, crackling thunder and bright, exuberant flashes of lightning.  I'm not sure I remember it so wild here this time of year.  Fall is usually mild. We even got some rain.  We got up to watch and savor the power of nature.  I felt small, and touched primeval terror.

We rarely get thunder and lightning here, but there was quite a lightning show of entertainment the evening of the day my mother died.  We all sat in the living room in the dark,  lit only by candlelight, and watched the show.  It was a gift.  

This feels a little different since there is the threat now of dry lightning starting fires.  It seems to be another by-product of global warming.  My husband turned on the TV to get the latest meteorological report and I think we both realized how clearly TV cannot compare to being with what is happening outside. 

Sometimes I sit and just watch the fog and the various ways it comes over the hill.  it is like a creature, sometimes stalking, other times, lilting. Often, it looks like it is moving and it is, but it is also dissipating at the same time, so there is movement and stillness.  It doesn't advance.  Other times it comes in with a roar.   Today there is fog and clouds, and the day is so enchanting that I may spend a great deal of time today looking at it and being in it and talking to my plants and the microorganisms in the soil.  It feels like that kind of day.  

I see some drops of rain.  We treasure each drop of rain this time of year.   What a gift is this day, this moment, each moment, each day. 

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Feathers -

This morning I pulled out a book called Feathers by David Cavagnaro & Frans Lanting.

When I came home yesterday, I saw that Bella had brought a beautiful yellow bird into the house and quite a battle had ensued.  Bella was lying next to the fallen victim as though unclear why what may have been a game to her,  had stopped.  I took our friend outside.  Bella helped in honoring the setting up a place of transformation for our still, though relatively intact, departed friend.  Then, I dealt with the feathers floating around the floor.  They were soft and gray with yellow on the tips.  Except for the one wound, the bird might have flown.

From the book on feathers:

"Feathers serve two primary functions: thermoregulation and flight. The features of Archaeopteryx that shine forth from the limestones of Bavaria across 140 million years of time are indistinguishable from the feathers of modern birds. Theories, advanced by some, that feathers initially evolved from scales for reasons of controlling body temperature do not explain the feather's intricate microstructure.  In mammals, the only other warm-blooded animals on earth, the scales of reptilian ancestors became hair, a far simpler design that serves the needs of thermoregulation just as well. No, the feather seems born to fly."

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On health care reform -

James Carville:

They're heckling the President of the United States from the floor of Congress. They're turning town halls into shouting matches. They're comparing health insurance reform to fascism.

Heck, if crazy were a pre-existing condition, the GOP wouldn't be able to get insurance.