1. Health care reform has passed.
2. The Fox is now saying both “broken” and “sorry.”
3. I saw what looked like great sex in my front yard.
As I write this, a pair of crows is engaged in foreplay in my neighbor’s evergreen. And, this weekend, I saw a pair of ground beetles in the aforementioned act, (wasn't that what you were hoping for?) which was amazing for two reasons. One, the top beetle – I think it was the lady– had a huge scalloped wafer protruding from her shell. Glistening, if you will pardon the word.
If that was her clit, I want to be a lady ground beetle.
Second, ground beetles are a really good sign. See, I’ve got this little front yard experiment going. How much of the wild can I get into my city yard? I’m not talking blackberry brambles and mosquitoes, here. I’m talking tanagers and dragonflies – which eat a mother lode of mosquitoes, by the way. And ground beetles mean that I’m doing something right, that the invisible loom of life is threaded, that the weavers are at work, that we’re getting started on a really sexy-looking tapestry. Ground beetles mean that life is good here for the wild.
After all, it’s spring. It is time for foreplay and flowers. We’re on the light side now. As of Saturday, light is longer than dark, my friends, and I am hopeful. I am hopeful because today in the playground sand pit, my little 22-month-old future world peace leader bumped another boy and said “sorry” without being asked. I am hopeful because the richest country in the world has finally taken a step toward giving health care to the poor. I am hopeful because after ground beetles, who knows what kind of wild could be on it’s way, right now, into my front yard, my life?
Maybe this is a weird weaving of the personal and the political. But I believe in Gandhi’s “being the change, ” and I’m searching for a way to live that could work for me and the wild and the world. Really work, even though I am a worn-out mom. A way to live that breaks through the plastic isolation that life in the city can sometimes be.
A way to live that makes me feel like a post-coital lady ground beetle, full of the seeds of hope, building the web of life by my acts of pleasure.
So I offer this salute, to hope and the return of the light. Happy Equinox.
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What a wonderful post, and not only because you used "clit."
ReplyDeleteThe weaving here--as with your garden and the larger world--works. Incidentally, B highly admired what you've done with your gardens, and he's no easy sell.
Kudos to the Great Forest for his expression of remorse! He's more mature than most of my colleagues.
Though beetle sex does not turn me on, I am always excited by both the amount of passion of artistry of its expression that you bring to this world, wild one.
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ReplyDeleteBig fingers on a tiny keyboard. -- your green man friend
Happy Equinox, Ella! Good to hear how you're doing a bit. I love this: "building the web of life by my acts of pleasure." Yum.
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