Not Many Words

Protective Hawk Cloud – Photo: L. Weikel

I’ve been finding the last several days’ posts harder than usual to write. I find myself wishing for something entertaining or thoughtful to flow from my fingertips onto the keyboard, but not many words seem to have heard the call. Or if they’ve heard the call, they’re declining to volunteer for duty.

I’ve been limiting myself to mostly reading headlines and trying to stay away from my phone more generally.

Relishing the liminal moments of the day when fireflies and bats come out to play, we often don’t eat until close to 9:00 p.m.

The State of Things

I’m finding the state of our country increasingly upsetting. I’m horrified at the accuracy with which everything that’s unfolding in the South and the West was predicted. None of the surges in positive cases can come as a surprise to anyone who’s been paying attention. The crisis that New York and New Jersey faced in March and April were not because those states are dirty or crowded or governed by a Democrat.

I can only speak for myself, of course, but I find myself wanting to scream at these people who were very clearly sitting in judgment on New York and New Jersey a few months ago only to find themselves in an even worse predicament because they failed to prepare. They thought they were immune.

So much for the immunity of hubris.

Share Some Beauty

Instead of railing on these things, I’d rather share some photos from our walk tonight. The one at the top made me feel as though we’re still being protected. It reminded me of a giant hawk flying over us, wings outspread to protect us, again, like I’ve been taught to protect others at a Sacred Fire.

The other is simply a finger-painted sunset.

It feels especially important that we drink deeply of the beauty while we can.