Ill Winds of Change

The wind is not my friend, and, yet it is. While I loathe its bite on bare hands and the angry howl of it overhead, I often consider the powerful metaphor it offers as I feel it and hear it and resent it in my life at the moment. Wind is a symbol for unseen forces that move the ships of our lives; and winds are the gods of the sky--a pantheon whose cast dwell in varied halls by longitude, latitude and altitude. There is an order in the chaos of moving air--predictable patterns … Continue Reading ››

Spinning in Place For Want of a Word

I sat on the love seat watching the fire burn down, sat there much longer than the usual wait to close down the draft just so and get on about my work. My work. I sat there in the flickering dark because I understood so well that I don't understand so well anymore just what my work is or ought to be. So I sat there a little longer, trying to put that feeling into words--the better if there was one word that would wrap that complex state into a single breath. Or not. It is not really that important to make … Continue Reading ››

Leaf-blown: The Wind from Hell

leafblower noise fallows atlantic The guy lived two blocks away in our in-town community, so however agitated it made me, his nearest neighbors  probably took turns calling the sheriff's department every Saturday and/or Sunday morning in the fall and spring to complain (to no avail) when the leaf blower cranked up. Out of curiosity I walked up that dead-end block once just to see what massive landscaping project might require the use of a military-grade wind generator.  The homes and yards were modest and small there, as I expected. So the Blower Guy could … Continue Reading ››

The Earth Has Ears

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Tree-ear fungus
I'm having returning waves of nausea after accidentally allowing malevolent rays in through the closed drapes I had hoped would quarantine me from bizarro world. By way of a chink in the blinks came recent news items belching details of the ongoing stranger-than-fiction conversion to the post-truth world, where enemies of the environment control the EPA, friends of the 1% control budget and economics,  and friends of the NRA and fans of war control the Defense Department, and so on and so on. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the seasons … Continue Reading ››

You Can’t Plant a Forest

Merwin you can't plant a forest SustainFloyd Floyd Virginia "You can't plant a forest." This was one the things spoken by poet WS Merwin in last night's final SustainFloyd Movie Night at the Floyd Country Store. The poignancy of the short, simple statement might have escaped notice by some, even in the audience of Floyd's more-than-average eco-aware. Those words carried  a personal message for me,  hearing yesterday in the near distance the two-hundredth mature hardwood crack when the felling notch was complete. They topple crackling through the broken branches of collateral-damage standers-by, falling, one and then another, … Continue Reading ››

Photos and Front Porch Musing from Floyd County Virginia