This Grand Show is Eternal
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
Complete surrender to what IS, takes courage. Something I do not have. Instead, what I do have, is no choice. No Choice. Fighting brings misery. The virus does not move, people do. When we move, we spread it. I want to believe it is not true. I want to blame it on high iron, 5G towers, conspiracy communists, vaccinations. But instead, sadly, my belief in people who believe in science means I will stay put. I have no choice. No flights, no visas, no holidays, no happy free travel plans. Instead, I go out into my solitude, and there, I go in. What a terrifying place it is. In. Panic attacks in the middle of the night. Bolt upright terror. Though, I have no choice but to say hello. We are all having to go in. Well, actually some of us are baking banana bread, and some are ordering lattes and adhering to contact tracing laws. Many are grieving. We are all affected, even those who think they are not. We are interconnected. We are fungi. So I went fungi hunting. I went in. Then I ordered a cannoli to go with my latte…because, human (and bat shit crazy)
“We inherit every one of our genes, but we leave the womb without a single microbe. As we pass through our mother's birth canal, we begin to attract entire colonies of bacteria. By the time a child can crawl, he has been blanketed by an enormous, unseen cloud of microorganisms--a hundred trillion or more. They are bacteria, mostly, but also viruses and fungi (including a variety of yeasts), and they come at us from all directions: other people, food, furniture, clothing, cars, buildings, trees, pets, even the air we breathe. They congregate in our digestive systems and our mouths, fill the space between our teeth, cover our skin, and line our throats. We are inhabited by as many as ten thousand bacterial species; those cells outnumber those which we consider our own by ten to one, and weigh, all told, about three pounds--the same as our brain. Together, they are referred to as our microbiome--and they play such a crucial role in our lives that scientists like [Martin J.] Blaser have begun to reconsider what it means to be human.”
― Michael Specter
The Mount Tomah Botanical Gardens is a favourite place to wander. Winter is for proteas.
A fresh cannoli in The Blue Mountains is THE sign, we have become the new place for regional travel. The demand has brought the pastry offerings of cafes from stale to crisp. It is a corona miracle.
Work from home desk once again. Sitting. In place (with lavender stolen from my sweet neighbours Sue and Robyn’s garden). They saved my life the other day.
