The Fecund Earth
There is much to see on a casualstroll through a forest on any givenday for each foray invites the gazeto a multitude of microlandscapeseach proffering testimony toEarth's life-sustaining propertiesnourishing the vegetationthat in turns gives us breathfeeding us and pleasing uswith the beauty that erupts fromthe source of our existence in anendless cycle of birth and rebirth asnature kneads all her creatures intotheir assigned roles all of whichsustain the whole. There were earlysigns of soft berries transiting fromblossom to fruit, bees hovering withinthose still in blossom stage as theirvigorous stalks developed out of theforest floor. Native cherry trees bearingtheir fruit, hawthorns and wild appletrees, elderberry trees in bloomand yes, look there, the heroicrebirth of ash trees, the stirringroots of dead trees felled by thedread Emerald Ash Borer incitingthe tree to rebirth, extruding new lifegreen and determined to endure.
Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Monday, June 29, 2020
Stalemate
It is undoubtedly a fraught exercise
in frustration with a predictable
outcome when debating religious
bigotry with one steeped in his faith
and your perspective is canted from
non-faith raised as a secularist prepared
to accept all humanity as one yet
affronted by religion's biases and
rejection of those outside its tribal
fastness. You argue the responsibility
of human decency is to observe others
and events in the round, neutrally
based on evidence and the lessons of
history. When unsubstantiated credit
is given to rumour and innuendo whose
purpose is to bury history in a pit of
rejection throwing in evidence for
good measure you know the futility
of the exercise yet believe it becomes
incumbent to emphasize the role of
logic over creative interpretation based
on doctrinaire rejection of verity
that has its genesis in sacred scriptures
assuring the faithful of the treacherous
deceit of your kind. You cannot gain
by such lopsided debate and nor can
your passionate debating adversary.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Interpretation
A sombre, far-off boom
and the air trembles
all is still, unmoving
the forest waits. Beneath
the canopy shafts of sunlight
still stipple the forest floor.
The sky that was so blue
has shifted making room for
the uninvited clouds angry
and purple-grey casting aside
the lofty white bubbles of
cloud that had preceded them
as though initially declaring
no malicious intent
merely sending sheep into
the meadow of blue
there to graze in peace
pacing the arrival of the
herders brooking no
interference in their business
of culling and slaughtering.
But no, this is a thunderstorm
violent in its powerful entrance
spilling the contents of its rage
to drown the landscape below
threatening in its belicose
hostility but merely part and
portion of nature's endowment
sustaining life, not taking it.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Garden Savant
Gardener, know this: you are under the
illusion that you are master of all that
you plant and nurture, trim and admire
as a landscape of your infallible sense
of design and understanding of vegetation
its needs and propensities spending hours
of patient time cosseting and admiring
the result of your green thumb. Ah, but
this is a young garden, newly introduced
to the art of existence and deception and
in time maturity will lead it to understand
that it has certain rights and rites bestowed
by nature itself, the inalienable fount of life
whose reach and power over existence
extends well beyond that of the temporary
taker of care in the garden, the steward
whose pride in accomplishment is delusional
enabling each plant to accomplish its
very own destiny in a runaway burst of
ecstatic life no amount of snipping and culling
can curtail, as the garden conspires with
its constituents to defy the blandishments
of the desperate gardener, lopper and
secateurs in hand frantically snipping
to no avail, as shrubs and trees reach out
to strangle the intent to tame the green
groping mass of the wild untameable.
Friday, June 26, 2020
Hair Shirt of the Day
The anomie of boredom breeds its veryown dissatisfaction with life, searching fora source of inspiration to give value toexistence and for quite awhile the searchersfound fascination in the lives of publicfigures, social and cultural elites, heads ofgovernment, entertainment moguls andcelebrities whose glittering lifestyles theymight avidly follow and emulate in theprocess ventilating their aimless valuesthrough social media platforms in searchof envy and a pedestal of their very own.But boredom knocked again and a restlessworld awaited a throbbing cause to gnawat the ankles of conscience eschewing theemptiness of personal status exuberantwhen the epochal era of victimhood rescuedtheir commitment from the dungeon ofwasted effort. Suddenly, so suddenly thecause appeared that had eluded them thoughit was always there, stagnating for want ofnotice while the sufferers staggered under theweight of history and residual inequality. Theworld, taken by a storm of sympathetic guiltnot their own but happily appropriated, thehairshirt of penance and regret, acclaimingthe victims their heroic campaign of themoment. Sadly, there is no end of historicalincidents of cruel atrocities that humankindvisits on its own. Happily, their numberswill keep the public busy protesting thosewretched instances of reprehensible masswrongs, shouldering the censure though theywere in no way complicit, thus paving theway for society's psychopathic contingentto join the fray under cover of numbersto wreak havoc and mayhem as they protestlaw, order, decency and the social weal.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Welcome to Surrender
The sacred covenant devised by cunning mindsbrought to humanity the concept of an authorityto whom all must heel yet has never produced thatdocile, humble congregation of initiates preparedto love their fellow man to ensure a reign of peaceand mostly because that spirit of faith commandsheart and soul dedicated to His worship and gracea focus so intense and narrow there is no spaceleft to forge friendships with those sharinginhabitancy of a finite world in which live tribesand clans whose surrender to God's commandingpresence is faulted by the truly orthodox, asscrolls from antiquity attest when initiates mustpass the test of self-abnegation to the greatnessof the Creator and abjure communion with allbut those of the sacred commune whose dutyevery waking hour is to praise the Almighty andscrutinize with fervour and favour the textsdetailing the obligations of the faithful. The greatkindly god of peace and good fellowship callingupon His suppliants to distance themselves fromsinful non-believers describes them as dross thefaithful are obliged to convert though refusal toacknowledge that Supreme Divinity gives justcause to withdraw life from the unworthy. Thoseignorant of the covenant of grace and purity err intheir horrorstruck definition of the piety of jihad toname it terrorism when it is merely a symbol ofGod's merciful forgiveness, willing to embraceall humanity into the capacious splendour of thatSupreme Being's burgeoning halls of worship.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Illuminating Life
By daybreak the deluge had exhausted
its fury the hillsides had emptied
their burden into the rushing
creek below the ravine
waters churning and hauling
through the narrowed channel
detritus from its bed and all that
fell throughout the night from
the canopy above shedding
discarded bark and twigs
pine cones and all that succumbed
to the force of the wind-driven rain.
From its depths arose swamp gas.
As the sun rose the forest interior
remained shrouded, mist lazily
rising responding to a temperature
inversion in the dark tunnel of the
forest. There was no birdsong this
morning those trills of welcome to
the dawn, everything still and sombre
inundated as the chill of an altered
atmosphere lofted by the raging wind
tossing aside masts of old trees
huddled in one another's company
swayed and groaned. And then rays of
wide, bright light penetrated the dark
and dripping forest, illuminating life.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Protest Pillage
For have we not eyes to see and mouths
to speak and common sense to parse fact
from fiction? Confronted by the eternal
state of victimhood claiming all those not
sufficiently compassionate to the history
of their suffering are racist bigots, the world
shrivels in dismay as eyes cloud over and
mouths purse while common sense takes its
leave and what is left is a quivering mass of
contrition, prepared to accept the default
imposed on all but the self-appointed victims
that their state of perpetual purgatory is your
fault, and your fault and your fault for your
skin tone is proof positive that your life
with or without the success that all strive
toward has exacted a dreadful price upon the
human rights of others whose opportunities
have been denied channeling them instead
toward a degraded life of menial service at the
best of times and gang violence, drug dealing
and petty crime at most other times when
attention is turned from preying on their own
who reject victimhood in preference to
discovering their own opportunities , turning
their sons and daughters toward normalcy
shunning dark streets of crime. Not for them
the murder and mayhem the perpetrators
blame the blameless for as they protest, bully
blame, flame and loot hard-won enterprises
their own community owns and depends on.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Pardon?
Tone and tenor is everything of coursereflecting meaning and perspective andhow what is said is meant to be taken.Take the phrase 'I beg your pardon' and itcould be a genuine apology and alternatelya demand for an apology. Tone in the senseof aural sound bedevilled me as a child forall too often it eluded me and caused a senseof deep embarrassment. That I was unable tohear the tone, tenor and place context in whatwas said be it a casual conversation or a vitalpiece of information left me feeling vulnerableinadequate and wholly at fault. My mind wouldrace to make sense of what I had heard/not heardas I pillaged a mental workbox full of non-verbalresponses and facial contortions meant to conveythat I had heard and so be it that I had not forthese subterfuges never caught up with meno betrayal of my ignorance of a communicationever resulted. Inconvenient as it was it somehownever struck me that I had a hearing disabilitythough I knew I did and had no intention ofrevealing it. The seasoning of age has reducedembarrassment while increasing acceptanceand urged upon me the recognition that therewas nothing of any usefulness I missed sincemost people at the best of times have little ofimportance or intelligent interest to convey.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Process and Purpose
There's no denying it, in a societal culturerespectful of the feelings of others onehas a tendency to withhold the urge tocomment, render an unsolicited opinioninterfere with someone else's values andbeliefs and certainly hesitate to disclose anypersonal thoughts on religion to spareanother the dismay that may result and atthe same time conceal one's own reactionsfrom scrutiny in that most respectful ofpolite societies. Unleashed from physicalproximity and the social weal howeverthrough the Internet where distancesvanish and identities become phantomwe feel released from discretion andwhether prodded or not feel free to dispenseadvice, proffer questionable opinionsput forward assertive claims difficult toauthenticate and lay claim to authorshipsnot quite our own as experts with thewisdom to officiously demand attentionwhile obnoxiously denigrating those intrue positions of merited authority throughthe medium whose platform encouragesidealization of verbal chaos, manglingaccuracy of reportage to reflect an opinionall one's own to amass a dedicated follow.
Saturday, June 20, 2020
A Garden For Children
When I was a child, perhaps precocious, seatedin a circle among other children I repeated tomyself the word I read in stained glass on thedoor that said Kindergarten and said to myselfthat's Yiddish and I know what it means, it'sa garden for children. I was a child who wastaunted as a 'dirty Jew' and 'Christ-killer' soI knew I was different but how did they know?And before long knew too that my kind werebeing butchered in far-off mysterious Europeoverhearing dire whispers between my parentsand their friends. As I grew older strangers oftenapproached to ask where I was from, and then'but where are you REALLY from'? In my teensI loved to brown in the sun absent from thehousehold duties my mother imposed and thenpeople would ask was I Ethiopian? Foreverawkward, careful, slightly fearful among otherswatchful lest I offer hints of characteristicsdefined as Jewish, pained to overhear slursI eventually became inured and never understoodwhy another Jewish child cried in the schoolcloakroom in despair at her Jewish identity. Atage 13 my mother had me work a summer jobat a clothing factory. There, a non-Jewish boyasked me for a date, and I shrank in dismayinto myself. Assessing those years I survivedwhere millions could not so I am grateful butwill not forgive. Sequestered within old ageliving now in a world of my very own I haveachieved a secret refuge, a veritable and valuedGarden of Eden where no one but my belovedis permitted entry and where we are secure.
Friday, June 19, 2020
Once Upon A Time
Once, long ago and far away nature spokewith candid confidence to a pack of wolvesshe favoured, her tone one of exasperatedresignation as she told them of a species shehad created which adamantly refused to getalong with one another, much less with otherspecies. And she explained too how suggestiblethey were and though aggressive, malleable.She sent them on their way and they proceededto befriend the otherwise distant and friendlessgroup with whom they had little in common.But in so doing, they charmed and bedazzledthe naked bipedal species, fractious betweenthemselves but receptive to the kindly overturesof the wolves who offered to protect them inexchange for sharing the warmth of theirfires and the food cooked over those fires, acovenant that has lasted from the primeval tothe present. Canines patiently taught humansto interpret the language of their desires andneeds and to leash their companions the betterto defend them from onslaughts from unknownsources, allowing them to play and to eat andto sleep with their furry protectors whose lackof presence in their lives would be unthinkable.
Thursday, June 18, 2020
The Chaotic Garden
Sometimes it's a bit of a free-for-all
the chaos that occasionally results in a
bed or border that the avid gardener
does their best to synchronize to season
and succession growth and flowering
to instill order and tidiness in a venue
where the occupants feel free to stretch
their green limbs and casually occupy
space allotted to others in a plan to
equalize opportunity to all who take
seriously the expectation they will add
value in the shape of form, texture and
colour to the kaleidoscope of the living
garden. Then there is the never-ending
issue of legitimate tenants crowded out
by interlopers without permission to
settle in occupied places, some so cunning
they place themselves directly beside a
specimen plant they resemble to pass the
eagle eye of the gardener as a respectable
and entitled resident. Oh, and the others
those who replicate themselves beyond
measure to send their offspring hither and
yon, crowding the garden with repeat
offenders. Not all is blighted for there
are also shy and welcome visitors whose
presence is a delight; wildflowers like
tiny pinks, buttercups and daisies, seeds
that travelled on the wind to find the rich
fertile soil of your garden. Or the cultivated
treasure of a tree peony upon which hitched
another peony to mature over the years as
an especial, unexpected gift to treasure. The
measure of an independent-minded garden.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Symbolism : Rejection
Pride doth goeth before a fall, this we know
as an ancient proverb but like the Messiah
who is aware of his provenance and purpose
as a world leader elected by the acclaim of a
star-struck public confusing charm, prestige
self-confidence and appearance with intelligence
and capability, who declared 'Canada is back'
because of his glorious presence ordained
by fate there need be no concern that pride
will absent itself from this persona writ faulty
upon Canada's place within the august corridors
of an institution which has likewise failed the
test of authenticity in its claim to represent the
best interests of humanity. Brimming with the
confidence of one whose countless assaults on
justice, sincerity and veracity have gone
unanswered, happily forgiven by those whose
vision has been obscured by blithe promises
never kept, Canada's prime minister prepared
for the adulation to follow his gambit on
securing a seat at the UN Security Council
anticipating his induction into the golden chamber
of intimate confidence with other world leaders
whose balance of national interests wobbles
the world from moderation to dysfunction. His
loss is Canada's gain, for those whose lens lacks
the roseate gleam of his backers, breathe relief.
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Her Garden, My Pride
Since childhood living green held me
in its mystical, tender embrace and I
yearned to be there in a storybook place
of green growing things for it was where
I felt at peace, comforted and nourished.
But who might imagine a future distinguished
by the privilege of becoming one among many
yet distinctly idiosyncratically one's own
agency under the tutelage of the designer
of all that is, granted an invitation to look
and to learn upon a broad canvas supplied
under temporary lease with all the manifold
issues of the soil, tentative at first then with
growing confidence leaning into instruction
your febrile hands immersed in the warm
moist yeast of growing vegetation teased
this way and that from tender shoots to
delicately and often brilliantly hued petals
stirring the soul with pride and admiration
as perfection stirs its conceited head yet you
know this tapestry pulsating with life and
drama reflects no talent on your part as a
priceless arras you may enjoy, giving credit
to nature where all and any plaudits are due.
Monday, June 15, 2020
Perspective
Like magic crystals touching the ocean
they are initially bouyant, then as they
become immersed they melt, just as the
years tend to when we begin the cruise
meant to take us to the years of our lives.
There is good reason for the oft-used phrase
it was only yesterday, it seemed like only
yesterday, and in fact it was indeed that
way given time's idiosyncratic influence
on our recall of those momentous events
that shaped the years behind pushing us
toward the unknown future. Unknown
only in the sense of when the journey has
reached its final destination. The wistful
memories cradled deep within drawn on
now and again as a diorama of a lifetime
speak nothing of when the ship will
dock, yet you recall having retired to a
state room dispensing with actively forming
a part of the crew, at age 60 to enjoy the
luxury of leisure in the years remaining.
How now the impact of realization that
your child has reached that same junction
in life accords with future expectations
is another matter entirely, of course.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
The Failed System
Not my fault, children wail when thingsgo wrong, and while some of them havereason to believe what they claim othersfeel justified in shuffling their juvenileresponsibility on to the shoulders of theadults who stood by and failed to instillin their children values that would guidethem now and forever. The fault lines nowhave turned from personal agency to thatof government agency, and it is has becomeagonizingly clear that government hasdismally failed in its responsibility tothose who have abandoned theirs. Thefrail elderly whose offspring feel nopersonal obligation for their care havebeen sacrificed to the vision of personalsatisfaction in life choices where it takestwo salaries to adequately compensate thedream of having it all. A dream that mandateswomen may aspire to careers and managethe raising of a brood through the simpleexpedient of farming out children to othersill paid but trusted to care for the offspringof others and fulfill their emotional needsreturning them to the home fires forseveral hours of 'quality time' together. Sothat parents, unequal to the task of caringfor their own during an emergency whenschools and day cares close are unable torise to the occasion, bitterly blaming thesystem to which they have consigned theirelders' and their children's futures of havingabandoned their responsibilities for themwhile they have been busy having it all.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
The Living Forest
Wind ruffles the emerald foliage of foresttrees newly emerged from their winter moultas a new season's agreement on occupancycommences. Returning hawks circle abovethe canopy lazily buoyed and carried bythe obliging wind, whistling their appreciationfor the lift. Elsewhere in the forest cardinals andsong sparrows offer their singular performancesnot to be missed which the wind agreeablycarries, along with the staccato of a woodpecker.None among them mind the wind or the cooltemperature. The creek running below theravined forest still hosts the temporary presenceof reverse-migrating ducks until they exhaustthe store of tiny fish that aspired to adulthood.Within its ripples scoot water striders, whileDamselflies flit between water and bankgreened with buttercups, fleabane and blackberryblooms. The masts of conifers and deciduous alikespeak in clacking voices as the wind drivesthem together in social communion. Below, ina singularly limited meadow flit bees anddragonflies, their iridescent wings ablaze inthe sun. Solitary red squirrels fling themselvesthrough the understory, their diurnal havenfrom the predatory eyes and talons of foxescoyotes and slumbering owls. The forest imbuedwith the mastery of life in all its varied formsthrums the mystique of nature's protocol.
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