Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
This not the benign nature that so assiduously tends my garden, sweetly offering gentle rains and abundant sun, kindly soil conditions and minuscule creatures within to nurture and bring to brilliant maturity the trees and shrubs so fruitful that delight our green experience.
That nature that sends us colourful songbirds to nest in our garden trees and hosts of insects, butterflies and small, furry creatures to swell the natural presence of all her subjects, impressing us with her goodness of purpose and integrity to her design.
This is another presence entirely, one we cannot help but be aware of, yet as remote and rare, not to be thought overmuch of, a fearful, powerful and utterly destructive presence, threatening to rescind her gracious demeanor in favour of her domineering persona devoid of purpose but to terrify her creatures with the bleak certainty of her dread presence.
We hear the symptoms of her dreadful wrath, the thunderous groan of the Earth as it convulses, contracts and shudders under her impervious, imperious direction. We feel the constancy of our naive belief in our place challenged, as what was solid and unmoving, writhes in an agony of violent creep, collapsing and separating and shredding.
We see the darkly menacing vortex of the hot breath she blows into a funnel cloud voraciously sucking everything in its path into chaotic re-distribution, reversing order; what was assembled as a whole reduced to its pathetic constituent parts, strewn brokenly on a suddenly-sere landscape of despair.
These fearsome events leave us trembling and trepidatious. Our clever technologies laid bare to malfunction and disarray. Torrential rains wash away landmarks and drown the puny signatures of humankind's presence leaving doleful regret and the misery of loss in their wake. Nature effortlessly removes and destroys what she has given. We begin to understand our temporary ownership.
As placid nature, her violent outbursts spent, reverses the geological and atmospheric surroundings to reflect the soothing familiar, hope, then the conceit of vanity, then scorn and entitled empowerment settle back into place as we assume again the settled ownership and determined control of our earthly domain.
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