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Of wetness and wildness

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What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

~Gerard Manley Hopkins

A steady, cool rain this morning in the Carolinas. Gray skies above…but all below is cloaked in spring green and wetness. Birds are singing, nonetheless. The soft coos of the mourning dove…the mysterious flute-like tones of the thrush emanating from some nonspecific location in the woods…the white-throated sparrow, sadly elegizing old Sam Peabody. The blue flag Irises just barely containing themselves…waiting expectantly for the warm rays of the sun to help them burst forth and contribute to the splendor of the world.

Then there is Esmeralda, the reddish-brown feral chicken, with her new suitor who arrived on the scene this week, a black and white rooster (who I’ve since named ‘Q’). They’ve been inseparable…as they wander about in the drizzle foraging for their sustenance…Q occasionally stopping in his tracks…flapping his wings…and then belting out his cock-a-doodle-doo, ostensibly warning off any would-be rivals.

Greenness…wetness…grayness…birds…flowers…all playing their part in ushering in the season.

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April 19, 2014 at 7:44 am


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Pax has come and gone…leaving the Carolinas with a prodigious amount of snow and ice to clean up. It’s a strange name for a fierce winter storm. But…the world came to a halt for a couple of days in these parts…frozen in its tracks. Late this afternoon the clouds parted…and the sun appeared. The ice and snow-laden tree boughs began sloughing off their burdens…and the air was filled with the sound of water, transforming from solid to liquid with the help of a nearby star.

Tonight is rather peaceful. The house is quiet…with a log burning in the fireplace. Outside…the bright moon is casting shadows on the snow-covered ground. Silence.

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February 13, 2014 at 7:27 pm


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February 12, 2014 at 6:01 pm


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A very cold, windy morning. The wind is one of my favorite sounds. It’s the closest thing I can think of that approximates the Spirit of God…at least as I can conceive of  it. It’s all about relationship. If it weren’t for the nearby pines…I wouldn’t be aware of the wind…just air moving from an area of high pressure to low. But when it intermingles with the pine needles…it begins a conversation…a symbiotic relationship. The presence of one makes known…and asserts…acknowledges…the presence of the other.

I recently heard something that had never occurred to me…and something that amazed me.  That light…is not made manifest until it falls on some object. It can travel through the blackness of space…hidden…undetected…until it interacts with some other part of creation. Again…a relationship.

Early this afternoon, I noticed some shadows moving across the grass outside my front window. When I looked out…there were several black vultures soaring on the wind…making the most of a free ride. Not looking for easy prey below…but appearing to be just enjoying the miraculous gift of gliding about through the sunny sky…in a joyful relationship with the  wind out of the west.

That must be what love is…a relationship that is an affirmation of the other. Something that requires the presence…of the other. Whether it’s the wind flowing over and through the pines…or the bird gliding effortlessly upon an unseen gift from above…or the beam of an invisible energy that finds substance in that upon which it falls. Love needs an object for its affection. So…is that why we’re here in the first place?

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January 18, 2014 at 4:22 pm

Another circuit

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This morning was very cold here in the Carolinas…and very windy, in the early darkness. The icy breath of Aeolus reaching down from the Northlands. The temperature didn’t climb out of the thirties all day. This evening…the winds have calmed down. But, the sky is so clear…the Pleiades hovering above…silently. A striking crescent moon in the west…above the horizon…behind the silhouetted pine trees.

Another new year beginning…another cycle…another circuit around our star.  Yes…a blank canvas. Though…still somewhat intimidating.

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January 3, 2014 at 8:23 pm


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There’s an uneasy stillness in the air this evening…broken only by the strange call of the cicadas, and an occasional crow letting everyone else know that something’s up. There are giants roaming the neighborhood tonight. Days such as this…hot and humid…tend to give birth in the afternoon to convective thunderstorms. I first heard their approach from inside the house…then went out onto the porch to get a first row seat. They were probably a few miles away, but I could see them lumbering towards the east…their still sunlit tops growing visibly into the upper reaches of the troposphere…billowing against the deep blue sky of the early evening…every now and then, emitting a low rumbling of caution.

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September 1, 2013 at 7:57 pm