1 Sept 2023
These times after an imposed quiet at the beginning of the decade gave many pause for reflection. For others it brought angst, anger, anomy.
Daily, behaviors and actions continue to stupefy and defy protocols of the kindness and consideration many of us understood as necessary to maneuver with some agility in a civil society. Yet, there are forces that lean to the contrary. What does one do?
Just after daybreak, in the silence of filtered morning light, I step outside to listen to the sounds of Nature awakening. The sun stretches through a mass of cloud-cover to smile its warm beams through cool morning air, heralding the beginning of September. Squirrels dart after each other on top of the wooden fence. Mourning doves coo good greetings from their perches on electrical cables. Who listens? A solitary dragonfly waits, watches, without motion.
And despite the end of the season, the struggle of the milkweed pods to reproduce keeps all those who know, watching, waiting, and hoping in protection of another fall.
