As I am sitting with my children this morning exploring word families (1st grader) and paragraph revision (8th grade grammar); negative exponents; chemical make up of sugars, starches and cellulose…the birds outside are singing their morning songs.
We live in a network of utility lines, fence rows, pasture areas, strips of forest, and houses. Our forest garden with its shallow pond and various shrubs, berries, insects, etc…makes for a bird haven. It is the language of the various birds that is pulling my attention. Not many alarm calls this morning. Lots of song, some territorial chatter. Yesterday a pewee caught my attention. Today the cardinal is the strongest voice near the window. I love that my daughter is my confirmation–that I am beginning to be confident–but her skills are better and continue to evolve.
In her skills I recognize that her literacy is broader than my own. I may have studied literature, history, philosophy, and religion. My years of German and Sanskrit studies went more deeply. However, her skills with language are quite possibly not only broader–but more useful in navigating the daily world and appreciating its beauty and life.
To find out more about bird language, check out this site.
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I struggle often with the Be-ing vs. Do-ing aspect of life–wishing to give so much. As I was writing about some goals today, I wrote: “I want to understand that BEING in the world is a gift to others and I want to model that.” Being in the world is a gift. I think it is a precious gift to be in the world–birds chirping, warm spring mornings, the cat curled up nearby. Coffee ready to pour. AND it is more than a gift for ourselves. We can make our BEING a gift to others.
Beginning of spring, CC-Takashi .M on flickr
I have been, over the past two years, developing what is sometimes called a sit spot. There’s not a lot of mystery to it. I go out most mornings as close to dawn as possible and sit.
I take in the light,
the birds at the nearby feeder,
any insects that are moving…
and I take a moment to be thankful for them.
I take a moment to check in with what is going on within.
I set my intentions for the day
and connect with the mystery of how life unfolds around me.
I feel gratitude.
I open my heart.
This is not merely a sit spot.
Somewhere here is a “sit spot”
Since I began my permaculture training in 2005, I have been hearing of Paul Stamets’ work with fungi. In this presentation to the Bioneers, published in November 2014, he shares not only some of his latest work, but connects key pieces of how our world works. He raises a vital point, which I’ll paraphrase as: If the language of nature is complex, nuanced, and beautiful, but we can’t understand it; then we have a responsibility to learn it–to understand it rather than destroy it.
In kindred spirit, I can echo his question–if you knew that how you washed your dishes or bought your electricity or cared for your lawn or shopped for food would make a huge difference for not just the world today, but for the ability of children and bees and trees and others going into the future, wouldn’t you make that change–and more? What change can you make today? Tomorrow?
40 is fantastic and I completely feel like I’ve earned it–the ups and the downs.
Here are two of my friends at a party to celebrate…
…where we all agreed that we much prefer 40 to 30 or 20. The pressures are different. We don’t worry about the petty things we worried about at 20. It’s easier to speak our truths from a place of integrity–or to say nothing.