Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Dwarfed by the elements.

December 13, 2017

 

I like feeling unimportant in the scheme of things. I like the reassurance of having a role to play, one small thing that chimes in (a triangle, perhaps) here and there within and around the whole giant orchestral work-in-progress. I don't want to make the rules (or write the score, if we aim to stick to the same metaphor, but as I'm not a musician, it's probably best we leave it there), but I do love to interpret them, to digest them, to intuit how and why and where this piece will unfold or that one will be revealed. 

 

We do not make the world turn. If we were to take a day of rest, life would continue--I find that an enormous relief. I can control my little world, the ten-foot-or-so radius in which I travel, but outside of that, I play by different rules, sharing responsibility with tides and winds, arctic fronts and heat waves.

 

This is good company. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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