Henry David Thoreau
We are complicated. But it doesn’t matter in the long run. We imagine ourselves at the very center, with gods and trees and oceans rotating around.
That all-nothingness we know not
We hide from it.
Pretend it might not come for us.
Look down at your feet. What’s between the soles of your feet and the earth? How much lies between them?
In flight you never really look up. When you’re on the ground, you look up all the time, especially if you are a chicken. Or a hang glider pilot.
Bittersweet homesick memory. Did I know it would be gone so quickly? Trees deep-rooted now. Just saplings we planted that damp, annoying, distant shoveling day.
As those of you who keep chickens (and other animals) already know, much of humanity is acutely disconnected from the earth, the other creatures that share it with us, and even from the most direct support of all: our own air, water, and food…
Deep into the dark days just after the Winter Solstice here, and finding it a good time to begin.