Seasonal motion. Moving through time as our fundamentals have taught us. With early summer comes places to go, change to routine. Life's school thinks the calendar year nonsensical.
For us, it's simple sense. Our orbit has come full circle, school closes and progress is reported. There has been no real movement. 18 months ago I defined the New Now as painful rebirth, transitional to another plain. Thought I'd become good at it, given time. New Now seemed a momentary step to New Me.
Once at this time, the orbit ended and with it came the end of a contract. Now, I see change confront others, and into the winds they go.
And the news is - Get used to New Now, for it is the state of learning to spin on ones axis. It's the knack of spinning and not getting dizzy. Not new, the fouette turn is head stable, gaze on a fixed spot, body in motion, turning.
And then, Universal motion. High on our axis, not even a top whirls and twists quite like what our world is doing. The tides and channels are as intemperate as always, but sea birds in rainbow garb are in the spin with it, having not asked for it, having never expected it.
BP's assault, the spill, from space
"If only we might build an Ark." The Errant Aesthete, "where meaningful discourse, thoughtful utterance, amusing anecdote and enlightened chatter flourish and thrive". My model of all things close to the bone of style, Errant Aesthete writes of the assault on our blue jewel sea. Perhaps style arbiters are louche, perhaps they find meaning in satire. The Errant Aesthete has as her leading quote, this from Agatha Christie: "They tried to be too clever - and that was their undoing."
There has never been a time without suffering. It's where we meet our ingenuity, our God, call it what you like. For suffering we find antidote. Poetry in Motion is back on New York City buses and subways. Here is verse, which made me feel like someone, all along, will be watching.
Out Beyond Ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing
- Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.