“We cannot mingle with the splendor we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so.”
~C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory~
The ground continues to get muddier. What was once snow has melted into soggy, matted soil. Instead of a firm foundation beneath your feet, the earth shifts with every step. Skipping is dangerous, running impossible. The foot slips and gets stuck.
Water will run again before man does.
Early spring is like the bodily fluids of life, the anatomy class dissection of a human cadaver that had, at one time, been frozen stiff. I have a hard time understanding any of this, but this is the planet we have to live on and I’m going to accept the earth with all its puzzlements and joys. Every day we keep on moving, keep on getting outside to see the world that looks so different from what we used to see. We happened upon a sky of smoke, and when we climbed the hill we found the neighbors and an army of trucks taking part in a controlled burn. We stood on the hill and watched for a long time.