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What's the Point? July 08 2019 1 Comment



 

I am a wanderer.  I wander a lot.  In wandering I usually find things that make this wanderer wonder.  I love to wonder.  I wonder lots of things about this little rock. Does it make you wonder?  I wonder…  Who made this?  What was their name?  What did they love about life?  Who did they love? Did they have children?  What were their names? What is the story of this chipped piece of volcanic glass?  Did it provide a meal?  Meals?  Was it an old style or a newer style of point?  What was it’s intended prey?  How was that prey cooked?  Did the man or woman who used this point have a wife or a husband?  Did they like to get it on?  What “religion” did they follow?  How was this rock lost?  Did an animal get away?  Was it dropped on a long journey?  The questions are endless and intriguing. How far have we come from this time?  Are we, as a people, happier than the people who made and used this?  Do we have as much “free” time as they did? Do we laugh and love as much as they did? Would they be considered richer or poorer than us?  How much knowledge do we have in comparison to them?  Would a field biologist today have half as much knowledge of the flora and fauna of their particular area as the people who created this?  What was their thoughts on Universal creation?  Where did they suppose they came from?  The stars?  Aren’t we all from the stars?  At what age did this man or woman die? What “year” were they born?  How old is this thing?  Some of these questions may be answerable.  Some may not be.  Does it matter?  Did these people feel that their way of life was destructive and toxic or beautiful and right?  Could their way of life still have been going on as it always had if the current paradigm didn’t replace it?  Where is our culture going?  Are today’s news headlines inspiring?  Or rather gloomy?  I imagine these people were very resourceful and could find food and water on most any given day.  Where does your food come from?  Where does your water come from? Do you know what the wild land around you has to offer?  Do you know the plants and animals that naturally occur in your area?  Do you care?  Or is all of that obsolete now?  How many gallons of water per person per day did these people use? Did they have indoor plumbing? What was considered important to them?  Were they in debt to banks?  Were they in debt to feudal landlords?  Did they know what rent was?  Did they vote?  Was housing a birthright and not a privilege?  Was lying considered normal? Adultery? Were gay people discriminated against or people of lighter or darker shades of skin?  It’s amazing what finding a rock can make you think about.   Lots of interesting questions… These are but a few.  What questions does it bring to you?  I’d love to hear and so, probably, would they…


Our beautiful girl Rica... May 31 2019

Rica our beautiful chickenBon voyage Rica. You were so sweet and timid, content with your position, no ambition, you showed grace, spirit and beauty from the bottom of the totem pole. I wish I had paid you even a bit more mind than I had but that thinking is futile now, and always... You had five beautiful years here, as free as you could be in a neighborhood like ours. You got to roam and wander as you wished, into the garden, across the street, through the neighbor's yard, and wherever else you found. The whole troop of you as a sight always warmed my heart and I loved the way all you girls dropped everything and came running when I yelled my customary "babies!" to you all. I filmed you all running at me once and put it in slow motion, it always makes me laugh and now it will make me a little teary. Some say that Chickens ain't all that, but they have not taken the time to get to know your kind. Would the Creator make anything that ain't all that? I think not. You girls have taught me so many things about life and I am forever grateful. In death my dear Rica, you showed me unprecedented grace. You showed me how to die with dignity and peace. It was strange toward the end not to try and help, as it was with my father, to just let you be and fall asleep into the Earth. You spread your wings and buried your face breathing into the ground until you breathed no more. It was all under the beautiful tangerine tree where the four of you have laid in the afternoons since you were young. You breathed in and out with sun shining on your golden feathers and then finally drifted off into the spirit world. Thank you Rica for touching my heart and teaching me big lessons. When my time comes I will remember your ways and seek to emulate them as I cross over when the time is right. I hope to see you there with so many other loved ones so we can all lie together under the big tangerine tree in the sky...  Goodbye for now sweet girl, goodbye for now....