February
5, 2013
There
is something about arriving in a less congested place on the planet that after
the necessary days of time… so- to- speak— one ARRIVES.
Arrives
in the very moment that the instilled culture— the dominant modern society— has
fought hard to distract us from. This arrival is the arrival to our intuitive
senses.
One
can not capture this sense of things and hold onto the sense of feeling one
with the natural order of things when consistently distracted by the trappings
of the affluent amenities American culture.
—
Photosynthesis has begun here at this latitude— while out walking, one notices
the new green shoots of grasses. They are now about ¾ of and inch in spots. The pungent odor of the skunk is in the air! Some
song birds are back and the intensity of the sun is felt.
This
morning there were the lenticular clouds off to the west!
Sarah
Wheeler has it coined— see below.
Thanks,
me
