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From another who writes more beautifully than I can, I offer a treasure found, this piece written by David Whyte, and with it, his accompanying photograph from another part of Mexico, a place of which I was dreaming last week:
"Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing ...
... the eggs hatch into caterpillars and they eat everything green they can. When they reach maturity, they spin a cocoon and go into diapause.
A diapause, the period of dormancy in a butterfly's life cycle, can occur in either the egg or cocoon stage. In the Baja, diapause can last until the next year's rain . . . or even, during times of drought, for several years!
The butterflies do not emerge from cocoons on the first day of rain ...
... to observe the happinesses that arise, in me and in others, of living in tight community, and to also learn which design concepts haven't worked out so well. In my next post, I will reflect on some of those physical design elements and how they correspond to, or depart from, what I have been taught by urban designers further north.
For today, I offer this morning's count. What has been involved in these first weeks of re-placing myself? By the time ...
... room, knowing where to step up and where to step down.
Some things in the house don't work. None of this is a big deal. Our mirador fan blades blew off in one tropical storm; the replacement fan is yet to arrive. Three bathrooms work fine (back in Canada, we have one). The kitchen sink functions okay but needs a repair. When the part arrives from God knows where, and God knows when, the repair will happen. The little safe in our cupboard has been fixed, ...
... fauna. Sky. Nothing but land and sky. Different from the Borealis forest that rolls on endlessly in Canada's province of Ontario, that same landscape blurring, night and day, outside train or car windows. This is different. It seems to be a land of everything. I am up so high, riding the mountains, I can see forever, I am not hemmed in by any trees, there is no obstruction visible. And, too, it is a land of no thing. My destination is not apparent from here. ...