The Free Radical

When the World was still in disunity consciousness, we were all covertly linked in our orneriness. We all fought for our smidgeon of Cosmic Pie. It was the way of it; we were convinced of the correctness of our hair-trigger indignation.

I suppose it’s inevitable that our disunity broke down… into self-consistent regroupings. But that makes for some odd timing issues…

It’s nearly June and the Chokecherries have finally come into full bloom, spreading the wafting allure of timelessness in vanilla overtones to the once over-scheduled and regimented denizens of the Forest. I was surprised to see all the wasps and hornets indulging in such sweetness and perfumery… especially this early in the season.

Meanwhile, nary a rose has begun to bloom. Somewhere… somewhere fundamental… and central… hearts are still congested. Oh Rose, you spiritual angioplasty, push on… to unclog us all!

If that was “meanwhile,” then this is downright nastywhile…

Like the King’s head on a pike in the castle courtyard after the peasants stormed the ramparts, the Lying Snake is still on display… as a reminder… as a template for swift and hard justice. The ants work tirelessly to salvage the very best from gruesome situations. If you know Ant, you know he’ll never give up; he’d rather die in The Noble Quest.

And Young Eagle still comes daily to mentor us, to remind us of our own soaring spirits… but we thought Mother grounded us; we were bad after all, weren’t we? Young Eagle shrieks “No! You did what you had to… You were so lost in the dark!”

Sitka is such a good skywatcher. She’s the one who usually spots Eagle first. I try to pay attention, but my money’s no good here. The dog is in charge; give her credit… I’m over-limit.

We’re still learning… as we look outward for signs, we’re handed polished mirrors instead. But we want news! And the happy truth is that it’s new every damn moment. What more do you want?