And the glowing dawn gently roused the birds.
Me too, I have to say.
The orange sun slipped between the trees and cast faint shadows.
On me too.
The night had given a fine light rain to gleaming leaves dancing in a soft breeze.
Nature and I stretched the sleep away.
I am soul tired. I can feel it.
Not weak, not less vibrant.
Just tired.
I used to think I had died and gone to a parallel life where everything is a lie. Punishment for my own skilled mendacity during my youth?
Don't be daft, said practical me and I would shake the idea away.
However, I could not ignore that lying was everywhere, except nature. There is no lying in nature. My dogs did not lie, neither did my cat. The plants and trees, incapable of deception, conveyed so much fragility to me that it took my breath away. To bravely stand there, dependent on forces way beyond your control and to unfurl, as a zillion ancestors had done before you. To make love-seeds and die in the effort. To trust the forces and destiny enough that, no matter what happens, undoubtedly the universe is unfolding as it should...... that takes absolute faith and courage.
I would love to be as singularly focused as a plant.
Maybe then I would not mind the lying.
Love this, and the photo, too.
Frances, you may be interested to know that when I tried to post links (several times) to your ‘challenge’ to Malone & Kirsch it seems as if Substack found a cute way to censor the link with ‘page not found’... the most recent example:
https://plebeianresistance.substack.com/p/a-troll-through-history/comment/6225429