Love The One You’re With
Spring fever here in the Mississippi Delta…. We had bright sunshine yesterday and will again today. The birds are singing like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir this morning, as they dart about gathering nesting materials and food in preparation for raising their offspring. Chipmunks are warily poking their heads out of their holes, hoping to fill their hungry bellies while avoiding equally hungry hawks circling overhead.
And while greys and browns still dominate the landscape, there are little splashes of green here and there foretelling the splendor that’s to come.
It’s comforting, seeing life spring forth from death, as it gives me hope for the knuckleheads piloting our country. But as I ponder that point, it suddenly occurs to me that Washington and Wall Street don’t run things. We, us little folk tilling our gardens and recycling our waste, are the ones that really run things or can run things, because collectively, we have great, unrealized power. Power to change that which we do not like. If only we’ll act….
My actions yesterday and and those of today are, at least in my own not so humble opinion, indicative of a life well lived. I started clearing the garden, a bit early perhaps, but the warm weather got me all excited. I laid in the sun and read a book. Played with the dogs, and even cleaned up the front yard so my anal retentive, God fearin’ neighbors would stop worrying about their property values. We’re all part of community, so it’s best to at least attempt to show respect for the community mores and values. Here in the Bible belt, that’s a squeaky clean yard where you demonstrate your presumed control over nature. Leaves properly collected, side walk trimmed, driveway swept.
That part, however, seemed odd to me as I pondered Ma Natures big show this weekend. I must have appeared comical in my pitiful attempt at controlling nature, but She mercifully allowed me to continue and no doubt found great amusement in my folly. I pictured her looking at me and smiling like a Mother does while watching a young child confounded by something very simple. Silly boy.
The only thing missing, a hike of course, in my beloved West, but I’m here, not there, and as the saying goes “Love the one you’re with.”
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Gray, rainy and tsunami-ish hereabouts. Go here to see the obligatory video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUyuXPVcw58
Earthquakes are Mom’s way of reminding us who’s in charge