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cardboard superheroes, March 13th

March 13th

cold, high 20’s, sunny, few clouds. Large snow storm expected tonight. Full moon yesterday

This weekend we made cardboard superheroes. Wil helped the boys cut them out and then they colored them and have been playing with them non-stop. The process got me thinking.

I believe that civilization is killing the planet.  I believe that this civilization, and the western consumer culture that even at this moment spreads farther and farther across the globe, is completely at odds with delicate ecological structure of this planet. I believe our civilization, and our culture as it exists right now, is doomed to fail, and indeed is failing now. Even as we speak we are losing species. Even as I sit here typing this the planet’s very climate shifts in ways completely out of our control.

But, I also believe wholeheartedly in the earth’s capacity to create. In her ability to roll with the punches, in her ability to change, to adapt, to stun us with her resiliency and creativity. She truly is the mother of invention, and the mother of us all.

As her children, we too, carry her bold instinct for survival, her desire for life, and her ability to create.

At our worst we are mean. We are small. We act out of fear and in a blind kind of panic.

But at our best? We are fully alive. We envision. We make, we  generate, we re-generate. We mimic. We invent. We love.

At our worst we are very bad.

But at our best? We are a wonder. A creature like any other, with an enormous capacity for adaptation and change.

I believe our civilization is killing the planet. I believe it is completely at odds with the ecological processes that must be able to happen here for us all to survive, for the earth to survive. But does that make me sad? No, not really.

Because I look at my child, the kids in my life. I spend time with them. I watch them making things. Drawing, inventing, crafting, creating. I see them playing, how their brains have an endless capacity for invention, and how their spirits are not yet dimmed by the the toughness of life.

There is a way forward here, I just know, I feel it. In order to transform our culture, if there is a way to truly change this civilization, the blueprint of a new world, and the map for the journey is most certainly held in the earth beneath our feet, woven among the stars in the sky and written in our very own hearts.

Another way of living is possible. Truly it is. It has existed before and can exist again.

So make, create. With abandon. Let’s sharpen our minds, and busy our hands. Let’s teach our children to do the same.

Because if a  mind can see a superhero in a box made of cardboard, certainly that same mind will have a chance at helping to lead us out of this box.

That’s the stuff that superheroes are made of. They’re scrappy. They’re bright. They’re brave.

And they most certainly are what we need right now.

cardboard superheroes by Wil and the boys

November 19th

November 19th

Waning moon, saw it in western sky this morning around 10:30 when we left house. Very warm, 70’s, sunny, no clouds until around 4 oclock when cold front rolled in. Huge winds from the North and west. Hail/sleet and rain. Sun seemed to set when clouds rolled in and it was a very dark, stormy, but cozy evening. Rev had a fever the past two days but tonight it was gone, yay.

My god, how can it already be november 19th? Seems to me November just started and now here we are, almost Thanksgiving and almost my birthday, which just happen to be on the same day this year. Time just feels like it’s moving too fast sometimes, the weeks are racing by. I suppose the question is, how can I be more aware of every day, every moment? How can I be more engaged in my life, how can I slow down, pay attention to all the details so it feels like things slow down? Although this year feels slower than last year, and  I feel much better and more sane, less rushed, it’s still there, time moving by and rushing on, like something slick and fluid slipping through my hands.

Today we went to county park with the boys. Wil was planning to work, but ended up changing his mind, so we got to have lunch and park time together and it was so nice. He worked on remembering some of the traps he invented years ago, and zander was pretty riveted watching him, as usual. Wil is still the apple of his eye and zander delights in everything he does. He’s also a good student and loves to learn. Rev made up his own “trap” with a stick and a patch of nettles, explaining the animal would “trip over the stick and land in the nettles, getting a bad sting.” Clever, if perhaps not exactly efficient, in getting meat.

We spent some time at my old sit spot, which the boys now love to spend time in as much as I do. It’s a perfect bowl right now, an empty vessel. It’s been so dry, there’s barely a trickle of water out of the spring pipe, and even the small pond is very nearly dry. The large pond emptied like it is makes a perfect place to play and run around, track and get messy in mud. The ground is very soft there, all clay, and even if it is very dry it is a pretty good tracking spot. We saw a ton of deer tracks and a deer- sammy (one of our dogs) chased her up over the ridge and along the road as a matter of fact and I had to chase after him.

We also saw a perfect little fox scat on the one rock that sits in the middle of the dried pond bed. And sam found something living under the big crack willow but couldn’t dig it out. Rev spotted a red tail (Buteo jamaicensis) circling above on the air currents and called him by name which of course made me so happy. It was warm and we all got thirsty chasing each other around so took some big drinks at the water pumps at the top of the hill. The boys splashed in the water  and wil helped them take  their shirts off and let them run around in the sun like two wolf pups, despite my protests, which they all found hilarious.

Stopping at Zander’s house afterwards to drop him off, zander lent rev a blue polo shirt. After I helped him put it on, the collar was sticking up a bit and the buttons were undone.
Zander said, “here rev, let me help you” and so delicately stood in front of him fixing his collar and buttoning his buttons and I felt like I was  peeking into their future, into prom night or one of their weddings, it was such an earnest, sweet, little moment. A split second of time travel on an otherwise normal day.

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by natasha

Red-tailed hawk ( Buteo jamaicensis) feather dropped from the sky.