FAITH AND COURAGE
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.
Oh Frances this is so beautiful.
Thank you
It is not the lying of the great arrogant elitist beasts of man that bring me to despair.
Although that could bring anyone to their knees.
It is the lies of the ones so near who take and grab.
Who love and cannot say and quietly turn away.
Who cannot stand in truth because their inner selves are shattered. I understand, I do.
I woke at three, entertaining myself with the silly riff - is it early morning or is this the night of the day before?
There was no cold moonlight on the ground. The stars were bright. There was a bright light coming through the evergreens, the moon just rising.
I sobbed earlier in the day. The kind of sob that completely rearranges my cells. Looking up I found a deer staring at me in complete stillness. I spoke to it gently and it went back to grazing.
A gentle spirit so close and sweet.
Thank you again Frances for bolstering me with your humanity. ❤️
When the mother bird fakes a broken wing, to distract the fox, she is lying for what to her is a greater good. I can accept her lie, to save her offspring when they are vulnerable. The kind of lies we are getting now, they are not to protect any offspring, but rather to protect wealth and high living, they are to keep the children in the expensive college, to keep the fancy home with closets full of fancy clothes, yachts and 1500 dollar telephones and summer homes. I see a difference. I would eat the rich, but they are toxic. If only they were organically grown.