I've been contemplating the Earth and her incredible and delicate power. It is springtime here and when I took the kids for a nature walk as part of school last week, we were marveling at violets, magnolia blossoms and tender shoots coming from the ground.
Then, yesterday, the earthquake in Japan. The earth shifts, moves, and half the world is in peril. Powerful almost beyond belief. When an earthquake hits all equilibrium vanshes and the very ground we stand on rolls and jerks. The steadiest thing we know moves islands, creates mountains, and sends waves crashing on distant shores.
A favorite poet of mine, Wendell Barry says in one of his poems "What I stand on, I stand for" I stand for the earth, attempt to protect her and love her as a Mother. I also see her now as Kali, the destroyer, who can unleash her wrath at will. A twitch and her children are destroyed. How to reconcile the two? The one?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I have been surrounded by cats today. They have kept me and themselves warm cuddling in and giving me dirty looks whenever I get up. Apparently, they think they have a say so in things. My big black and white kitty, Ricky, just had his teeth cleaned and two pulled on Friday. He is sticking close in case Virgil gets any other bad ideas.
The orange and white tabby is being very lazy. She just yawned and turned over. Her name is Pukuk (two short u sounds.) This name is from my husbands' time in Alaska as a child and it means "always getting into something, mischief maker." I think she knows what her name means and strives to live up to it. She is always testing gravity to make sure it still works, and has an almost freakish ability to find a ball of yarn and scatter it all over the house. Most of this is done while we sleep.
She is also the one who climbs to the top of the bird cage to watch our parakeets. She knows she can't get to them and so do they, but she manages to jump up, spill their water, and generally cause a ruckus. She is blase about it, but I can tell she loves shaking everything up. That's it for a Sunday Post.
The orange and white tabby is being very lazy. She just yawned and turned over. Her name is Pukuk (two short u sounds.) This name is from my husbands' time in Alaska as a child and it means "always getting into something, mischief maker." I think she knows what her name means and strives to live up to it. She is always testing gravity to make sure it still works, and has an almost freakish ability to find a ball of yarn and scatter it all over the house. Most of this is done while we sleep.
She is also the one who climbs to the top of the bird cage to watch our parakeets. She knows she can't get to them and so do they, but she manages to jump up, spill their water, and generally cause a ruckus. She is blase about it, but I can tell she loves shaking everything up. That's it for a Sunday Post.
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