Does anybody really know what time it is?
It's Thor's day … and appropriately, thunderstorms are predicted near TulseyTown today.
Today in 1906 an earthquake with an estimated magnitude of 7.9 destroyed most of San Francisco. The quake and its aftermaths generated a consequential death toll estimated at 3,000+ people.
It's Albert Einstein's birthdate. The theoretical physicist was born in 1879 Ulm, Württemberg, Germany
Four days to Earth Day . . .
The Main Street of Big Sur is crumbling into the sea.
We can’t manage an ecosystem! What hubris to think human beings can enter into millions of interconnected, complicated, refluxing, pricking, stinging, collaborating relationships, and manage it. Just as we can’t organise an ecosystem, we can’t plan collapse. We can’t narcissistically techno-fix a way through this. We have to enter into it. – Sophie Strand.
We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. – attributed to Ram Dass, who attributed the insight to Albert Einstein. I think both of these fine minds would agree that the problem of global warming is not likely to be found by limiting ourselves to the suggestions of those from the oil or automotive (or aeronautical, ad infinitum) industries. We will have to imagine ourselves outside of the box we have built around the brains that created the problem.
Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc
Nobody knows what's going on anymore
Because
Nobody knows what's going on anymore.
– jab
Doing: Allowing Blooming.
It’s a beautiful Odin's day here in TulseyTown … and on our calendar: Opening the mailbox; Noon lunch with a friend; watering then weed/feed back yard; moving plants from their winter indoor moorings to their outdoor front porch perches; and whatsoever else Creation brings along The Way.
Doing Allowing
Letting go is built into you.
The flower is always the bud's undoing.
So...let go.
Bloom where you are.
In Odin's mailbox:
Today is the 139th anniversary of Isak Dinesen's birth. Born Karen Blitzen, The author of “Out of Africa” and “Babette's Feast,” was born today on Rungsted, a rural estate near 1885 Copenhagen, Denmark.
And on this day in 1936, Irish poet Brendan Kennelly was born in Ballylongford, County Kerry.
The Happy Grass
Here, in their final quiet, the singers lie.
True to the dead, to the living true
The grass is growing as it always grew
Drinking every human cry
Like the rain of summer reaching the repose
Of singers long out of sight.
– Brendan Kennelly, Breathing Spaces: Early Poems. Bloodaxe Books, 1992.
from Poem in Three Parts
3
The strong leaves of the box-elder tree
Plunging in the wind call us to disappear
Into the wilds of the universe
Where we shall sit at the foot of a plant
And live forever like the dust.
— Robert Bly, in Silence in the Snowy Fields, Wesleyan University Press, 1981.
Forest Prime Evil . . .
It's Tew's day . . . Spring winds are blowin' strong in Okieland …
Yesterday, April 15th, was a “curiously fraught day in American history,” not the least of which was the beginning of Donald Trump's felony trial in NYC. He appeared to fall asleep several times during the proceedings. For an update on all the flotsam and jetsam of the day, check out Heather Cox Richardson's blog “Letters from an American.” It's a good read.
Yesterday was also the birthday of Leonardo da Vinci. The Italian polymath of the High Renaissance was born 572 years ago today in 1452, Anchiano, near Vinci, Republic of Florence [Italy]
And, Emma Watson turned 34 yesterday. The British actor was born today in 1990, Paris, France.
Continuing on the Way to Earth Day . . .
We are entering The Third Great Decentering, supplanting the figure of the human as the measure and master of all things.
It's all change and transformation...an ongoing cosmological process, an ontological pathway by which things emerge from the existence-tissue as distinct forms, evolve through their lives, and then vanish back into that tissue, only to be transformed and reemerge in new forms. It is a majestic and nurturing Cosmos, but also a refugee Cosmos: all change and transformation, each of the ten thousand things in perpetual flight, always on its way somewhere else. – David Hinton, Awakened Cosmos, Shambhala Press, 2019.
Forest
My Great-Aunt Tommie was wont to comment
the biggest problem humid-beans have is
their inability to see the forest
arising from a preoccupation with trees.
So many people in my part of the world –
or lots of other places as far as I know –
insist on separating us humans from
the global family of all others living,
especially those we've come to catalog
as fauna.
Those, them,
thus not us.
Many of my cousins resist recognizing
the Saran-wrap separation from
my old buddy Washo and silly Lucy,
not less our next door neighbors.
This insistence that differences make a difference
sets up an irrational rationalization justifying abuse
to the extinct moment of
anything and everything.
It's as if our left-brain symbol factory
was intent on our own suicide
by growing thickets
out of which we cannot get.
– jab 4/26/19