A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.
I love this verse; it very much reflects how I’m feeling at the moment. Too much head, not enough heart; lately every time I think about writing here I am filled with the urge to go into the woods and hug a tree.
I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers
And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
It’s not that I’m out of ideas – I have several proto-posts floating in my head. Another in the Shinto and Hellenism series, part 3 of “Maiden and Queen”, which is finally starting to come through (in a very different form than I expected!), and a long and difficult post on the creative tension between my pagan and Jewish leanings… but nothing is coming together.
I was supposed to write a post about poverty yesterday for Blog Action Day, but I realized that I had nothing original to say about the subject. “Poverty bad. Give to favorite charity. Oog like Heifer Project because it help people help themselves. Need less stuff.” That’s about it.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly. – from “Return”, by Robinson Jeffers
I feel… overburdened by my own thought processes, and a little saddened by the realization that I will never be able to put into words all that I think and feel about the things that matter most to me.