And our conservationist-environmentalist-moral outrage is often (in its frustration) aimed at the logger or the rancher, when the real power is in the hands of people who make unimaginably larger sums of money, people impeccably groomed, excellently educated at the best universities – male and female alike – eating fine foods and reading classy literature, while orchestrating the investment and legislation that ruin the world.
~ Gary Snyder, The Practice of the Wild
I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted to stay up to watch the eclipse last night. The sky and clouds made the decision for me. I was able to see some of the moon as she floated up above the trees, and then the clouds thickened.
I did wake up occasionally and look out the window to see what I could see. That turned out to be clouds and more clouds, then lightning and more clouds, then rain and more clouds. Around 4 AM the moon appeared in the sky again, heading toward the woods and the dock. I’m not sure when the eclipse ended. The moon looked pretty bright and round to me, but it was 4 AM and I didn’t spend a lot of time looking.
It’s hard to write about the weather, the peonies, the rabbits, the deer, the moon, the sunrise and sunset, or what might be going on with me. It feels… unimportant. Small. There are so many bigger things happening. We’re likely in the fifth wave of Covid (but nobody wants to hear about or talk about that). We’re in the midst of climate change and social collapse (but nobody wants to hear about or talk about that). Hate-motivated shootings, mass shootings, and shootings in general are on the rise (but nobody wants to hear or talk about that). A minority of racists, misogynists, and fascists want to grab on to white supremacy, roll back rights for women and BIPOC and LGBTQ, and push their agenda and conspiracies in a good vs evil way which will only increase the violence (but nobody wants to hear about or talk about that).
So. What should we talk about?
I just finished reading The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History by Elizabeth Kolbert. It did not give me much hope for future generations. I think I’ve held on to hope for as long as I can. I am not finding it very useful. What would be more useful would be all-out rebellion or disruption. I don’t have much hope of that, either, unless we are somehow forced to it. I could point you towards articles about the coming collapse, about how we have so little time left to make some changes that might make life a little better for future generations, but instead of yammering on about that, how about this: I Dream a World. (The link will take you to a video on YouTube).
Because I do still dream, even if hope is in short supply.
What is the difference between hope and dream? Hope is to have trust or confidence in something (originally, God’s word). Dream is interesting because it has changed over time. It began with the meanings “joy, mirth, noisy merriment, music.” In the mid-13th century it took on “sensations or images passing through the mind of a sleeping person.” It wasn’t until the 1580’s that it came to mean the sense of “that which is presented to the mind by the imaginative faculty, though not in sleep.” (Thanks to Online Etymology for the info.)
So yes, I do still dream in all of the ways mentioned. Even with joy, mirth, noisy merriment, and music. It’s so important to find ways to experience joy or mirth or laughter, music and dancing, beauty and peace in the moment.
I should wrap this up. We have storms coming ahead of a cold front. It’s best to shut the computer down before the storms arrive. (Please pardon any typos. I’ll get back to check for them later. I can already hear the rumble of thunder.) Thank you so much for stopping by today. If the storms move out before sunset, let’s meet out at the Point. Sunset is scheduled for 8:08 PM. Hopefully it will cool down somewhat, but I’d dress for warm and humid weather. It’s been pretty steamy outside the past couple of days.
Please be safe, be well, and speak the good words to yourself and to others. ♥
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 2,016) The variety of the shades of pink in the pink peonies, on the same shrub. 2,017) Bumblebees and dragonflies. 2,018) The scent of flowers in the air. No matter where I walk, something is perfuming the environment. 2,019) Blueberries setting on the blueberry bushes. 2,020) Shelter from the storm.