This little precious one.
This little precious one.
When we go on a hike it often takes us longer than average because we find ourselves investigating in wonder all the details along the way. We were within the forests around the Valle Caldera where there was a fire in 2013, along Thompson Ridge, burning nearly 24,000 acres of forest because a human’s electric line went down.
The beauty of the forest is returning though. There were signs of elk and deer bedding under trees and grazing the thick grasses that have repopulated the area rich in nutrients released by the burn. The wild iris were everywhere, from the low forest to the high meadows.
Nature works in ways that we barely understand. It brings life and death regardless of our human intelligence and meddlesome ways. Nature never does the exact same thing over and won’t keep like a museum of unchanging specimens for us to study. Nature will always correct what we mess up but it won’t be as before. I don’t have rose colored glasses on. The elements and energy have an entire universe of space and time to work with.
We don’t understand movement or change very well. I think, because we want it under our control and observation, most have little respect for that movement. In our need to harness nature and prove our power of survival, we don’t know how to respect and be open to that movement. It’s not that observation and study is not worth doing, trying to understand is important, it’s just that in that effort to understand we often make assumptions and become arrogant. Our needs often become taken care of by specialization of task and nature’s benevolence, so we forget and become closed to the infinity of possibility so we can rush towards a goal. I cannot help but ask, what is the rush? Where are we really going anyway?
INFINITE VARIATION, SIGNIFIERS PRESENT ONLY AS NOTES. FROM ABOVE, COLORED IN SHADES WHICH OUR EYE PERCEIVES, WE CAN MAKE OUT A PATTERN OF PROFOUND AESTHETIC. IN THE REFRAIN SOMETHING SACRED KEEPS US. OUR HEARTS YET BEAT.
High design. Once you make something that takes time it seems to ignite desire, like this purse in the window. Objects made with time and care create a feeling of luxury, of beauty. Often desire invites envy. Envy seems violent and so then the objects need protection. What a world.
I thought on my way to work:
When a perception I have is put into words it is my responsibility to analyze my inner dialogue and hold it up against what else I know before I voice it . However, I am a biological creature and do not have a view of everything and can only know what my limited view has shown me. I embrace this attitude of humility because although I have given much time and thought to the question – why our world is, like it is, I cannot presume to know, without deeper questioning the extent of another experience. Or the extent of the ancestral histories that add weight to the experience. I see a lot of deeper histories left out of dialogues, often in order to add gravity to a particular experience. So with that in mind I think the real solution is not to control the narrative by powerful policy but to share on a big scale a searching and open dialogue. It is easy to find reasons to discount another voice, it is much harder to find love and allow another to explore the depth of their experience. Real, honest thoughts are fragile, tenuous and easily destroyed, and destroying a heart causes anger and frustration in that heart. Some say anger and hate is inevitable because we are emotional creatures, but how do we choose what perception gets all the emotional passion? It is part of responsibility to take a deeper look at what is hurting a fellow man, not searching for reasons to hate and create emotions too hard to quench with love.
I took a photograph of Brooks and the annular solar eclipse of 2012. The moon was too faraway to make it a full eclipse. This picture shows the moon just entering the “ring of fire” that was created by the alignment.
There are some traditions, ancient in nature, that may seem cruel and hard to a modern world doing nothing more to procure food than drive a fuel powered vehicle to the store…Which to me makes it quite obvious that this ‘modern’ culture doesn’t really know what is best for everyone with this top down approach to consciousness. I say this because it’s not sustainable if all the billions of people lived that way.
People for ages have sought to separate themselves from that harshness that can come from tradition. The world is changing very fast though and obliterating traditions in a rush to make everyone represent values that are not for all seems destructive in the name of a progress that isn’t always progressive when it dampens the spirit of those that feel differently. Just because something works for one person does not mean it works for another. This argument is usually used against more conservative traditions but is equally righteous when families want the freedom to be in community in a way that isn’t always tolerant to modern thought. While traditions should not ignore the evolution of consciousness, the evolution of consciousness is deeper than the speedy change in mentality that many progressives try to force upon everyone just because they feel that their way is better or more enlightened. While stereotyping is vulgar, political correctness seems to be used in the same spirit. Is this the grey area that we should concentrate our respect towards?
The ancient tale of the hero’s journey comes to mind.
Dare I say that Nelson Mandela’s story is a courageous example of the hero’s journey. It is told that he was to marry into the tribe where he was born and to live there with that community. He wanted something different so he left to seek a way of life that he perhaps could feel more authentic about, perhaps he knew he had something more to do. In his bravery he changed the world and re-wrote history for many that got stuck in that grey area of not being allowed to seek an authentic life.
I wonder about those he left behind, what world do they belong to?
As the modern world changes and people create new community based on very different circumstances will we remember what a man like Mandela came from? Are they holding on to something important?
I like studying the emotional life of whale pods. They really stick together naturally.