March 22, 2003

Living in Bizarro World

Interesting. In the face of things beyond... so very far beyond... our ability to comprehend, much less to control, Ann and I are following different paths this morning, each within our own peculiar domain of coping.

She is reorganizing the pantry, putting everything in its place, ordering this one small corner of our tiny realm. Placing like with like, casting off, collecting, structuring according to a vision for how things should be just here within these walls.

I am watching the lighting change moment by moment, waiting for sun to fall on the Resurrection Fern on the bluffs above the creek. I've had an image in mind all during the Winter, and now this variable fern is opening up, and lives again. I will do something creative, come out of time and enter a period of moments of full mindfulness on a thing made without hands, innately beautiful, symmetrical, intricate.

These are the forms our thoughts and energies take, the ways we strive to resist being overcome by the cares of this world, ways to be in the world, but not of it, to rejoice in all things.

And while getting my camera gear ready for this morning's excursion, I find myself humming...

This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

This World is Not My Home
J R Baxter, Jr.
1946, Stamps-Baxter Music and Printing Co. in Sentimental Songs.

Posted by fred1st at March 22, 2003 09:27 AM | TrackBack
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It's nice to hear someone else say there is more than this stupid war and all these stupid politics, that it shouldn't consume us.

Posted by: Josh at March 22, 2003 10:55 AM

I took a break today too...spaded some flower beds...turned the "heap"...potted up summer bulbs...painted the gate...etc...spent the whole day outside away from the TV and the 'puter.

It was good.

Posted by: feste at March 22, 2003 11:19 PM

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