Skiing straight out the door, barreling down our wicked fun sledding trails, cozying up with good books, good food, good company–what a season of beauty
Our stunning view of an empty lake, a daily reminder of the drought. Our sacred neighborhood swimming hole evaporating right before our eyes as the abundant creek that has fed it for all these years has dried up. On a recent trip to Northern California, the dry river beds, severe algae blooms, a few rivers just not making it to the sea and a highway falling into the sea that hellbent humans keep repairing and girding up… Yesterday, kayaking the Klamath river for the 1st time in 10 years and seeing and feeling the toxic froth and foam, the shallow places, the reduction in wildlife was almost too much to bear, almost…
When so much is UP for revision– between action and non-action there is another way: being with. Being with is a potent form of love; simple, not easy.
Necessary yet not required.
To all of you lovers of life, hopers for a future, activists stopped in your tracks by overwhelm, I say this…
It’s Green O’Clock here at PrayerFarm. How do we have so few words for green?
Though it’s been 9 months and the “crisis” is less front and center, our community is still so deeply struck by the fear and trauma of fire season and we remember that time leaps from Spring to Summer so quickly …and the sense of wanting to flee, and the sense of not knowing where to go, or with whom…so “UP” for so many. Here we are.
What’s “UP” for me along with all of that is…
Twenty one days is the time it takes to break a bad habit. Instead of breaking bad habits (other than being an over-busy human like most folks), I created habits of living fully within the natural rhythms of day and night. Now the question is, how do I maintain my good habits?
Right this minute the violets and daffodils are rising through their greenness, the piglets are frolicking and finding their own way in the barnyard and the promise of Spring rises with the sun each day. March is the trickster month around here; from snow to sunbathing naked, buds preparing to open then freezing temps—predictability and coherence (like the kind we hopefully had in our winter rhythms) is not the gift of Spring. As in Autumn our souls prepared for the darkness and stillness of Winter, so now our souls prepare for chaos and action of Summer…but first, connection dear people, first connection.