The sun burns right through it, yet does not touch its cold.
But that sun is caught by the earth, and all my beautiful sisters, the blue-bunched wheat grasses.
When this blog was young, I would have pointed out these grasses and talked about how thin devices like this could be used to harvest water or watts of energy, but now, after 920 posts, I just want to say, Look!
These are images of my mind, and yours.
It’s the same mind.
And it’s a body.
The same body.
And look at the thoughts that fly through. Trickster magpie on the run!
Deer have been walking through us, too.
Some men have blown the earth apart.
To build roads.
Why? We already have roads.
Look at you shining up there. Look at the road of light you are making at the base of the cloud! And all of it while standing on the floor of an ancient ocean lifted into the sky. Look at the earth fall like rain.
Men tried to scrape this ocean floor away. But look at us catching the water here…
… and turning it into light.
There’s hard work ahead, and intricate machines to be built to capture water without stopping our rivers in their tracks or turning our grasslands into deserts, but right now…
… the time of frost is still here. Spirit can’t be measured, and is thus often ignored or is labelled as a sentimental, foolish, emotional attachment, something worthy of fiction but nothing to build a world around, but have you noticed that these plants that have followed humans for thousands of years…
The philosopher John Locke proposed that men had a claim to land when they had put their labour into it. After that, any other man who lived on it without labouring had to leave. That is the principle by which this land was colonized. We are decolonizing it now. Look at us collect water in the philosophy of John Locke.