Most days are balanced, but…

Spring is generally wild up here but there is usually a more balanced advance through the months… this year, some trees were in full leaf before others had even shown buds and in reverse order of the species expected habits… plover had their chicks and only one survived of four and so early for hatching in this cold year.

Balance had gone from the landscape leaving unknown terrain… different images to reflect on and wet, wild weather besides, then a warm surge came and everything exploded into life.

I predict a long spring and a short summer again but with the intense growth nature is exhibiting up here in the hills, La Nina is showing her face again with mega storm cells and temps lowering overnight to autumnal frostiness… the gap between cold and warm becoming more extreme.

Are these the changes we need to observe as the sun gives off massive solar flares, volcanoes stir, the earth rumbles and Betelgeuse, the red supergiant (Alpha Orionis), in the constellation Orion, is looking to go supernova according to Astronomers and the explosion if/when it occurs will be visible in the sky. Will it have impact on us? Who knows! It just gives thought to the possibilities of unexpected change as we navigate our way through a tulmultuous time on our planet.

Perhaps Mother Nature’s shenanigans will bring us back to the core of what’s important to us (and the remaining species still existent) as food security is threatened, prices rise and common item costs go through the existential roof.

So… how do we restore a balance that is beneficial for all, not just for a few wealthy ‘men’ who take control of the world’s finances to the detriment of those who most need a lift just to make ends meet. ‘Men’ who believe in autocracy over democracy, white supremacy and the basic ‘woke’ brigade… and we’re seeing it world-wide, this terrifying shift backwards, as they seek to grab more control of all we think feel and do, particularly as women. Roe vs Wade, the rise, of Domestic Violence and Cohesive Control cases, just a drop in the proverbial ocean. Never mind how women find themselves there, after Mr Right suddenly morphs into Mr ‘I own you,’ the point is why men need to exhibit such control of another free thinking human being in the first place… yes, let’s look there. They see it as a strength when really it exhibits a raw inability to truly feel, a weakness in the need to even think of ownership over another’s will.

So here we are, on this tiny, in the scheme of things, planet, spinning in space and we don’t see our vulnerability? As many have said, there is no Planet B and yet still scientists seek another place for us to inhabit even now… just in case we wreck this one beyond compare, as if the very thought was okay. Can they not see, this jewel is irreplaceable, with its diversity of life forms and resources, used as bargaining chips for untold wealth of the already megabuck wealthy… how can we show that our home is not a commodity and reclaim a simple lifestyle of connection to all.

My greatest solace is my home space close to the edge of the forest, where daily, creatures come and go, making their way up the hill to the farmlands and our wild ponds and creeks. More recently, to specific spots where I place big bowls of water and where we all interact without disturbing one another… simply coming and going, respecting spaces between.

So I wander on fine days to the top of the hill, overlooking the forest and sit beneath an ancient sycamore tree to find some peace of mind… to cool emotions as they skyrocket between anger and deep concern for what may come and what is already a fact across the globe, of death and destruction by ‘men’ seeking control at the cost of their own kin. I re-find, rekindle that balance within me, for it’s the only place it truly exists.

I sit with my back against the ancient sycamore… pressing my face into its soft, mossy covering, I weep and the scent of harebells fills my senses with honey… I’m home…

When the world weighs me down

with its noise and violent attitude

I sneak away to lie on damp earth

to breath a sigh of gratitude

When horror edges in on peripheral vision

and wars brood within the worlds devision

I seek solace in a bee-sung song

a breath of rarified air

a beam of light, a prism

To see the world as whole is to give joy permission

Each of nature’s notes

is strung between realms of mystery

and thankful for my own decisions

to live in beauty

to let the world move on

…the rest, is history

Walk softly… wishing for you to find your balance… Awen /|\

Penny