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Covid19 Journal Entry 3


March 23, 2020 
New Moon in Aries

Today’s image - Crows still fly across the bare gray Appalachian canopy at the foot of Howard’s Knob.  Maples still push the fuchsia fringe off apical woody tips.  My oldest son still shares bits of comic relief with a shared video. In it a southern man with a rural mountain twang to his speech warns his neighbors of a girl who has walked up to him (the camera points down a gravel road cutting across a field with a fence row of trees and a barn and other buildings in the background). He says, “Things are getting real now.  She offered me a donut and a blow job for a roll of toilet paper,”  
Still the robins poke about for careless earthworms. (maybe they are not careless, just resigned) and my Westie still lives to bounce around the woods refusing my pleas to come.  He’s a good mirror who follows his bliss.  To shelter in place in this mountain town helps to keep my perspective wide, allows me to be contemplative more than reactionary.  I have the luxury of intention as I plan my day.  If I know what is good for me, in this geography of emergent Spring, undisturbed by the current human crisis, I will remind myself to keep an even keel as find ways to be helpful.  It is mostly energetic service I offer for now, until other doors present themselves.

A new moon idea (inspired by Chani Nicholas) - Here we have arrived, at a time that calls us all to rally our courage and to meet the moment with honesty.  How can we be of service to the WHOLE?  Yes, the whole tamale: Earth, Wind, Fire and Water; to the two leggeds, the four leggeds, the creepy crawling ones, the standing photo-synthesizers, the swimmers and floaters and flyers, the teeny, tiny invisible beings.  We all are sacred and all a piece of the cloth; we evolve together, or we disappear.  Chani reminded me that once this moment passes, as it will for sure, I must ask myself, how did it change me?  I want to say, “For the better.”

Today’s observation - Fear resonates in the voices of the newscasters and journalists. It is our biggest enemy, when we let it undermine family ties, community cohesion, national benevolence and global peace.  Peace is strength, it cycles a steady wheel of life and death that grinds down somethings and creates others. Science calls this the First Law of Thermodynamics, nothing is lost.  All about us, the natural world shines with examples of resilience and recovery even in the face of what we see as cataclysm and catastrophe.  I think these events serve a purpose, they can be the strong medicine required now if we look at the whole picture.And I see disenfranchised people- homeless, caged immigrants, prisoners, refugees, orphans - showing us how to fight desperation with courage. They are the most vulnerable who recognize that their work is to do their best with misfortune and empty bellies, holding onto dignity because dignity requires a compass and without it they are lost. They show me that the greatest measure of wealth in times like this is not financial but social.  A strong fabric is required, much like mycelium mats in the forest, feeding creating vital networks of strength.  True, this is a stress test for our civil designs.  How are we doing?  Maybe I will start frying doughnuts.  They seem to be a sound currency today.


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