And the Beat Goes On!
Friday, February 10, 2006
It is a cold, rainy, dreary looking day outside on this beautiful morning. I remember as a young girl, winter in Texas was always like this. Though not actually raining, it always “oozed” moisture from the sky, and if I stayed out in it long enough, I would get wet, without ever actually being aware of raindrops falling on or about me. Well, this is such a morning, for now anyway. Rain is to come hard later in the day.
I was noticing yesterday the number of trees that have fallen, due to the drought, with their root ball still intact, though up in the air still surrounded by dirt. I wonder at what point a tree considers itself dead. Presumably, it is still receiving nutrients and moisture to support life through its upturned root system, though its trunk and branches are lying on the ground.
There is a tree in my yard I call “Chief” because it’s trunk and seemingly dead parts have the profile of a proud Indian chief. The branches on its back side are still alive producing large, lively leaves in the appropriate season. I would not call nor do I think Chief calls itself dead. And even on its’ dead protrusions, life is supported. There is a plant growing which is a silvery, light green that I think is called lichen. There is moss growing and there is a fern-looking plant. I imagine there is more life supported by Chief that I am unaware of. Chief has several deep holes within its trunk which I hope provides shelter to many animal life forms.
When I die, I too want to be like Chief. No embalming my body, no coffin or crypt in which it lays to last and last, these things I do not want when dead. I want to give back to Mother Earth as soon as possible in the form of renewal and rebirth new life. Like Chief, as I lose part of my “branches”, in my case, hearing or sight, or the once agile use of my limbs, I will still be alive. But when I die, whatever that entails, like Chief, I want to go on supporting Life through my own decay. My decay becomes renewal and life in other forms: my immortality. And thusly, I am an immortal Being that is just sort of “recycled”. I am part of that all encompassing, interconnected, essence of Being. My personality, my life situation all that is unessential to me dies with me, but the energy, the ability to support other life forms will live on.
Well, isn’t that an appropriate subject for such a rainy (now it is pouring) morning when Mother Earth is receiving her recycled nutrition in the form of rain. Renewal from decay. Life from death. And the beat goes on!
It is a cold, rainy, dreary looking day outside on this beautiful morning. I remember as a young girl, winter in Texas was always like this. Though not actually raining, it always “oozed” moisture from the sky, and if I stayed out in it long enough, I would get wet, without ever actually being aware of raindrops falling on or about me. Well, this is such a morning, for now anyway. Rain is to come hard later in the day.
I was noticing yesterday the number of trees that have fallen, due to the drought, with their root ball still intact, though up in the air still surrounded by dirt. I wonder at what point a tree considers itself dead. Presumably, it is still receiving nutrients and moisture to support life through its upturned root system, though its trunk and branches are lying on the ground.
There is a tree in my yard I call “Chief” because it’s trunk and seemingly dead parts have the profile of a proud Indian chief. The branches on its back side are still alive producing large, lively leaves in the appropriate season. I would not call nor do I think Chief calls itself dead. And even on its’ dead protrusions, life is supported. There is a plant growing which is a silvery, light green that I think is called lichen. There is moss growing and there is a fern-looking plant. I imagine there is more life supported by Chief that I am unaware of. Chief has several deep holes within its trunk which I hope provides shelter to many animal life forms.
When I die, I too want to be like Chief. No embalming my body, no coffin or crypt in which it lays to last and last, these things I do not want when dead. I want to give back to Mother Earth as soon as possible in the form of renewal and rebirth new life. Like Chief, as I lose part of my “branches”, in my case, hearing or sight, or the once agile use of my limbs, I will still be alive. But when I die, whatever that entails, like Chief, I want to go on supporting Life through my own decay. My decay becomes renewal and life in other forms: my immortality. And thusly, I am an immortal Being that is just sort of “recycled”. I am part of that all encompassing, interconnected, essence of Being. My personality, my life situation all that is unessential to me dies with me, but the energy, the ability to support other life forms will live on.
Well, isn’t that an appropriate subject for such a rainy (now it is pouring) morning when Mother Earth is receiving her recycled nutrition in the form of rain. Renewal from decay. Life from death. And the beat goes on!
posted by Sandra | 12:54 PM
1 Comments:
The beginning seems less detached than normal- nice to read. Still about nature that inspires you, but more readible.
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