Thoughts for Earth Day

lilod(NoCal/8)April 22, 2011

I went through some old notes, I wrote this as an exercise:what was I doing in the past, in the present and in the future?

An Exercise in Time -

The distant past

I am in a shelter under a giant oak, it is a temporary structure,

made with pine boughs, thick enough to keep the dew off me.

I have been busy gathering acorns.

The baskets are full, my band shall eat.

There is dried fish in the basket, harvested from the shore,

Soon the hunters will bring deer from the forest, we shall make jerky.

My band is on it�s way to the place of hot steam where we will spend the long nights of rain.

On our march we are stopping here at the river to catch fish on their way upstream

We prepare for a ceremony of thanks to Mother Earth

For the bounty given for our survival and ask blessings

For the dark time ahead.

We pass the sacred mushrooms, colorful images appear in our mind, we are relaxed

Renewing our connection with what is inside and unseen.

The night is dark, moonless, the Milky way is brilliant overhead..

The present

It is September, the middle of the month.

I am aware of the changing season, taking stock of supplies, laying in staoels,

Wondering if I have enough to wear for winter.

I have canned: Bread&Butter pickles, chutney and I shall slice and dehydrate tomatoes.

None of this will be essential; for my survival. Why then does it bring such satisfaction?

I watch the land around me, pine-cones and acorns are appearing

So are the creatures who sustain themselves with them.

Rose-hips and firethorn berries are turning red.

I click the remote and see images on my TV, connecting me to the outer world.

The night is dark, moonless, the Milky Way is brilliant overhead.

The far future:

I am in a shelter under a giant oak, it is a temporary structure,

made with pine boughs, thick enough to keep the dew off me.

I have been busy gathering acorns.

The baskets are full, my band shall eat.

There is dried fish in the basket, harvested from the shore,

Soon the hunters will bring deer from the forest, we shall make jerky.

My band is on it�s way to the place of hot steam where we will spend the long nights of rain.

On our march we are stopping here at the river to catch fish on their way upstream

We prepare for a ceremony of thanks to Mother Earth

For the bounty given for our survival and ask blessings

For the dark time ahead.

We pass the sacred mushrooms, colorful images appear in our mind, we are relaxed

Renewing our connection with what is inside and unseen.

The night is dark, moonless, the Milky way is brilliant overhead..

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don_socal

Like mucho.

    Bookmark   April 22, 2011 at 5:02PM
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kathyjane(z6VA)

Whoa; Lilo---you and Don must be related, also.....hey; I just NOW noticed his reply up above to your post--whoa!

You reminded me of Ray Bradbury.
I like the piece; thought-provoking.
Do you remember when you wrote it?

    Bookmark   April 22, 2011 at 5:34PM
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lilod(NoCal/8)

KJ - I just checked my notes and it is undated, but written before BC (Computer)- I had a Brother Word processor, a nifty machine actually - so sometimes in the early nineties.

    Bookmark   April 22, 2011 at 7:02PM
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