Friday, June 11, 2021

Friday Ramble - Golden

Large Yellow Lady Slipper
(Cypripedium parviflorum var pubescens) 

I sign on here in the morning, look at my photographic efforts, utter a silent "meh" and decide to say (or write) as little as possible. That seems to be happening more often than it used to.

Sequestered safe at home, I plunk myself down in front of the computer with a mug of tea and skim the early news. I cringe. I think about what is happening in the great wide world and am left speechless by horror, by sorrow and outrage. It isn't just the pandemic, but the hatred, barbarity and deliberate cruelty of recent human doings. How can we be doing this to each other? I can't find words for what is going on, or at least not the right words.

As I write, lady slippers are blooming in the Lanark highlands as they have for time out of mind. In their flickering alcoves, the orchids sing a capella in their own lilting voices, a testament to wildness and belonging and community. Whole hillsides of nodding golden beauty express the indwelling incandescent spirit of the living earth without any help at all from This Old Thing. Wild orchids are comforting and a balm to this world weary spirit.

My departed soulmate and I loved our wild orchid colony and watched over them for many years, protecting them from being eaten by deer and trampled by bears. Every year, I would lie down in the grass nearby and marvel at their perfection, have long conversations with them and capture them with my lens whenever I visited. In the midst of global disease and rampant human brutality, here they are again in all their golden perfection.

Events on the world stage have broken us wide open, and they compel us to confront aspects of our humanity that we would rather not acknowledge, let alone address. The orchids are a reminder of what it means to be human, and I am grateful for their counsel. Time to get to work.

6 comments:

Victoria Londergan said...

The broken-open heart is a place of spiritual alchemy, where the dross of hard experience can be transformed into the gold of wisdom.

~ Parker Palmer Hang in there .., this broken world needs the beauty that is you and your gifts 🙏🏻💕

Lilian Nattel said...

I second Victoria. The beauty you bring to the world makes it a better place. I also am speechless. It is an ugly truth.

Dee said...

I know, it's sickening sometimes. I usually read your blog first thing in the morning so I can start out with something beautiful, thanks!
Instead of the news, I often go to the website for One Tree Planted and read one of their articles.
I can see that good people all over the world are trying so hard to make things better. Like you.
Be blessed.

Barbara Rogers said...

I imagine you've seen at least one of the Star Wars movies..."May the Force be with you!"

Belle said...

Your posts are lovely, and the first thing I look at in the morning. I firmly believe that your blog is helping to tend the wild (internet)orchids of the world.

Mystic Meandering said...

Your offerings here always bring light to the darkness, as well as a sense of calm and "stability" to our unstable and broken world... I think we must be in some kind of collective metamorphosis, and our deeply ingrained collective unconscious "shadow" is breaking through into consciousness to be brought to light... to be exposed so that hopefully we can live more consciously - individually and collectively... Namaste