It’s a Beautiful Day

Joe-Pye & The Rock:  I really needed...well wanted that rock as the cornerstone of the high water dyke & Joe-Pye is to be the cornerstone of our butterfly garden

Joe-Pye & The Rock: I really needed…well wanted that rock as the cornerstone of the high water dyke & Joe-Pye is to be the cornerstone of our butterfly garden

Welcome to summertime!
What a gorgeous day yesterday
and seems like today is comin’ on sweet too
Funny how we have this notion of the weather
Good or Bad
A sunny day is beautiful
a rainy day is icky

Summer…like everything else…has many facets
all of which function together
To make up a whole of the season of expression
Just like we get our yayas out come June or July
By hollerin’ as we jump in the lake
Or hummin’ or singin’ as we dig in the garden or mow the lawn
Our Big Blue Orb
Gets Her thang on by stirrin’ up the dust with a twister
Or blowin’ up a hurricane

In truth
All simple functions of life
Constants of the daily change
None have any intrinsic value…they simply are
Value is a construct of our expectation and desire
I don’t need a sunny day today but it sure will be nice for movin’ rock & plantin’ our Sweet Joe-Pye & succulents
I don’t need these 70 degree nights but they feel good after a chilly & wet spring
These sunny dry days are good for airing out the house and barn
And it’ll make startin’ my first fire of summer a bit easier too…pain in the ass working with damp wood
But it’s important for me to remember that all of these things are figments of my expression of life
With which I do my best to tune into the communal construct

As much as it irks me sometimes
This life we live is what it is
Based on the choices we make constantly throughout the infinity of time
In response to…well…whatever
Quite often in response to the Planet and Her offerings of Wonder
Which more often than not scare the hell out of us

We were just in Varna, Bulgaria for their summer theatre festival and we took one day at the Anthropology Museum
Fascinating and enlightening to look at artifacts whose raw material came out of that local ground
Items that were fashioned near that very spot by people making their way from the cave
Specifically Kozarnika (the goat shed) Cave home of the “earliest known examples of symbolic behavior in humans”

This monument is actually in Sophia, Bulgaria...a tribute to 1300 years of the Bulgarian people's struggle with external forces

This monument is actually in Sophia, Bulgaria…a tribute to 1300 years of the Bulgarian people’s struggle with external forces

1,400,000 BC
Right now I’m thinkin’ Raquel Welch in animal skins
That’s an indication of how our symbolic behavior has grown(?)
And the impact of that on an adolescent mind
But to actually be in the presence of these ancient objects
Put me in mind of what those lives were like
How each step led to another in response to the world at large
Visible in the growth of detail
As well as the purpose of the objects themselves
Which showed up around the 7th century BC
(How did people ever live for all those centuries without money in their pockets???)
As I recall Thracians formulated some few coins to deal with the expanding Greek population who were doling them out
And soon that beautiful little bayside village on the Black Sea
Was a Greek colony called Odessos
Then a Macedonian City
Everybody wanted a piece of that action
Because it’s such a beautiful place with such nice weather
Not too cold & not too hot
It does rain sometimes but it’s usually pretty gentle
Not much to fear there
Except the next take over from the next empire
So the Bulgarian people seem to be pretty stoic…at least externally
I found most to be pretty effusive once they determined that you weren’t there to alter their construct…again

By end of day I had the rock where I wanted it...relatively speaking & Joe-Pye planted. 1 small part of the grand scheme of my little  construct

By end of day I had the rock where I wanted it…relatively speaking…& Joe-Pye planted. ¬†You can see the rock in the background behind Joe-Pye. 1 small part of the grand scheme of my little construct


At any rate
In the midst of all those eons of social interaction
I was moved by the relentlessness
Of the human need to open up and express
Skipping along hand in hand
With a constant fear of external domination
So we build walls with Me in the center and You and It outside
Little constructs of fear to keep us safe
Life in the wide open World goes on…with and without us
Simply in motion
Constantly growing in and around our little constructs



“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

Albert Einstein

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