With the dawn comes the rain and the grumbling thunder. I’ve been waiting for this.
Concentric circles fill the nature pool. The swimming fish circle and leap. By full light the rain has mostly gone, everything is placid and smooth again. The Holly trees are budding. Spring is here.
Spring is here filling the air with fragrance, the Mountain Laurels are blooming, another tree with little white flowers all over it. Everything is wet. Meanwhile over ‘there’ people are at war, flinging missiles at each other and shooting cannons, determined to bring death and destruction upon the earth and upon their fellow human beings. I really don’t understand it.
Here in my biosphere, in my backyard I find comfort and solace. From the back porch I watch and observe the dancing Willow, the deep green of the Groovy Nook, the gentle Bog Filter with the Water Cress and Pickerelweed and the water musically falling back into the pond.
Above the trees is the cloudy sky. I imagine it to be a healing modality to gaze at. And I do. And it is so.
Over there, missiles are falling and drones are droning. People are angry and full of revenge. Two things not considered admirable but we indulge in them anyway.
We’re not having a war in my neighborhood. Atleast not yet. Ballistic missiles recognize no borders. They fly 10,000 miles an hour to wherever they’re aimed at and good luck shooting them down. THAADs or Patriots or the Aegis system can and do knock them out but it’s like hitting a needle in a haystack at 100 feet with a BB gun. Success is not guaranteed. I would hate for one to land in my backyard and hence my post. Wars, like wildfires, tend to be unpredictable and can grow by leaps and bounds.
The Mockingbirds and Doves that inhabit my biosphere help themselves to the Meow Mix when the coast is clear. Occasionally a Hawk will swoop by, a Great Horned Owl sometimes perches in the big Pecan tree. My Raccoon buddies bide their time under the house until all is dark and then come out to forage. Occasionally a Great White Egret will drop by to visit the fish.
The whole world is a Nature Pool. Species living in symbiosis on a watery planet. Get it? We’re all living in the garden. Or what’s left of it. We’ve destroyed huge chunks of it already and are working on the rest. Iran’s oil depots are burning blown up by Israeli missiles. Good shot! And all this will continue until one or the other ‘sovereign states’ are brought to their knees and give up.
The world spins on with war and destruction in a timeless, ancient pattern and I can’t stop it. So does nature as well, come to think of it. It’s constantly destroying and renewing. What’s the big deal?
No, that can’t be right. Creating suffering can’t be the purpose of life. Although we are very good at it.
I think these thoughts early in the morning waiting for dawn. It’s still dark. Do I belong to nature? Does nature belong to me. What does it mean that I’m on this earth? Hmmh.
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