Friday, June 02, 2023

Friday Ramble - Golden

Large Yellow Lady Slipper
(Cypripedium parviflorum var pubescens)

I sign on here in the morning, survey my photographic (and wordy) 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. When I plunk myself down in front of the computer and skim the early news, I cringe. 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.

Then I think of my wild orchids. In the eastern Ontario highlands, lady slippers are blooming as they have for time out of mind. In their flickering, sunlit alcoves, the orchids sway and 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 a balm to this world weary spirit.

My departed soulmate and I loved our wild orchid colony and watched over them for years, protecting them from being eaten by deer and trampled by bears. Every year, I reclined in the grass nearby and marveled at their perfection, had long conversations with them and captured 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 are breaking 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 powerful reminder of what it means to be a sentient being on this dear little planet, and I am grateful for their counsel. Time for us to get to work.


Dee said...

Well said, as always. I find much solace in my garden, among the flowers with the company of bumblebees and spiders.

Gill said...

A treasure trove of delight and moments of peace are my gleanings from amongst your words and images.
Thank you ❤️