The New Year

I always look forward to a new year. In this case, I’ve stayed positive despite a horrific cold and cough, and the political news which seems to get worse each day.

I’ve also learned that Teslas are at high risk for damage by rats and mice because the company uses soya protein in the engine wires, as well as peanut oil as lubricant. Who knew? Yum! Also, when the battery is charging it becomes warm, attracting rodents. Our car is kept in the garage except for the last almost two weeks because it is at the Tesla dealer waiting for a new part to fix the damage from one hungry and clever rat.

The rat has been illusive but finally was willing to accept peanut butter, and is waiting in a humane trap for a lull in the rain so it can be driven somewhere for release. I don’t know what its fate will be after that.

To counter all this, my son sent me this article by Kevin Kelly to cheer me up. It’s titled How Will the Miracle Happen Today, and invites pronoia, the opposite of paranoia.

I’m also with the wit and insight of Steven Wright: I have a large seashell collection, which I keep scattered on beaches all over the world. Maybe you’ve seen it.  

Testing

I was speaking with my son who is dealing with some challenging health issues.  How do we meet what comes?  How do we see this world that Trump and cronies are turning upside down?  Life is a series of tests, and we test our response.

And now the days are shorter.  This morning, I see stars shining in the sky, beacons prompting us to look within, and bring forth our own light in the dark.  

Tomorrow is a huge day, No King’s Day.  Today, a friend and I are making signs for the protest though I’ll be at my grandson’s birthday party, where snakes are coming to be viewed and held. Snakes aren’t slimy; they are our friends.   

I’m with the Oscar Wilde quote: I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability. 

Let’s prove Oscar Wilde wrong as the country unites in connecting us all as constellations in the sky.  

The beauty and intricacy of a feather
Solids, hard and soft, share a niche!
Reflecting
Stretching

“Be a Good Ancestor”

I just watched Roman Krznaric’s Ted Talk on looking at history to create our tomorrow. He offers the Maori proverb: I walk backward into the future with my eyes fixed on the past.

Step into Temporal Intelligence!
At Sutro Baths today
Entering the opening of possibility
Savoring Spray
Make a Splash
Come to Calm

Perception

As I settle into the newness of 2024, as though walking on fresh sand, I reflect on how a four year old views the world.  When I told my four year old grandson we were walking toward a special bench, he saw a tree bent lengthwise like a log and ran to it.  Is this the bench?  Well, of course, it was.  It was a place to sit.

When we walked around our yard, most of it natural, he saw a stack of dead bamboo piled to decompose.  To him, it was a treasure trove.  We now had magic wands, staffs, swords, and walking sticks.  When we came upon some fallen branches, he saw antlers, so he and his grandpa made a headband of cardboard and attached the antlers with duct tape, and he was Bambi, the “adult” Bambi, not the baby one.

Today my brain froze as I dealt with computer issues, and I knew it was time to take the advice of Wendell Berry in his comforting and inspiring poem The Peace of Wild Things, and go to the water and birds.

“For a time

 I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

Exploring
Egrets gather at the marsh – Five Golden Slippers and One Great White with a yellow beak
Differentiate egrets by looking at beaks and feet
A wider embrace and expanse