The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Thursday, 21 July 2011
there are days...
Tricksy east wind. Sun alighting restless, strobed through leaves, on my face in morning meditation.
Stillpoint; and today not so still. Too many challenges on too many fronts.
A little despair, here, today, glittering off the leaves, pooling on the flagstones.
And. It's not just personal.
So the government is going ahead, despite independent scientific advice to the contrary, with a badger cull (this threat has been rumbling on for years. Theory is it's badgers transmit TB to cattle. Likelihood is it's just as probable the other way round, and the real culprit is agribusiness and intensive and inhumane farming practices.)
I know there are (also) bigger global things to worry about; but this, globally speaking (but also because this has knocked me back personally on top of loads of other stress) is the shoelace breaking when you're running for the train on top of marriage breakdown, job loss, house repossession (I'm speaking entirely metaphorically here, and not personally!). The little last straw. And it's one of several campaigns I've been personally committed to, for a long time; and for a little while it looked as if the tide was turning towards vaccination. But now we've lost it.
Scapegoating. The demonisation again of the wild.
How we humans love to blame.
When are we going to learn to live with heart?
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