La Natura Sopratutto. Nature above all. It's everything intelligent and beautiful. From neural networks to quantum computers, all else is more or less mimic of what's already transpiring. I try to bother less and less with the impostors.
I have recently gotten into bird watching, or birding, as I suppose it's called. All I know is, the time I spend each day watching, listening to, photographing, and learning about birds is time away from all the stressful, anxiety-inducing distractions of the "real world," which turns out to be far less real than the wooden fence, blackberry bushes, shade trees, and calm pond all located immediately outside my window. I can see, hear, feel, taste, and touch this world. That other one mostly exists, for me, on screens. And though I know the suffering and pain in "that world" are genuine and deeply troubling, I like to escape to this one, the one I can experience for myself. It feeds my soul.
The moon, the squirrels, the leaves turning colour, the crows, the pigeons, picking up my dog's poop: those are the things that help me not to think for a while about Palestine, Venezuela, chatbots, ICE. Those are some of the things in life that I am truly grateful for.
Will our children and grandchildren believe that the drones watching over us (spying on us, keeping us in line) are actually birds and their whirring sounds as they hover over us are "birdsong"? (Let's make sure this horrific scenario never comes about!)
I hope not CA. With any luck, our children and grandchildren will still grow up in a world where birds soar through the skies, and know what the sounds of the music those wonderful feathered friends produce
I've been feeling this today. The vulnerability of being human, the beauty all around us as so much horror unfolds. Thanks for expressing this so well in your poem, Caitlin.
That is so appropriate for me right now because this virus means I dare not go out and spread it around, not that I have the energy to. I had just opened my balcony door to let in fresh air - and bird song.
My unit is high amongst the trees, almost treehouse-like and the birds fly past on their daily duties, twittering, arguing and singing. We've had work being done for the past few months, and it seemed to keep the birds away. It is quieter now and so special to hear them again.
So, thank you, Caitlin for being so appropriate for me without realising how well your beautiful poem fit the moment for me. With that said, I'm off to rest 😴
We have been reduced to zombies at the beck and call of the heartless bureaucracy. Sometimes I think we are some of the most brainwashed people on earth. The tragedy is we don't know it.
Quite beautiful! A good reminder that, even as we face into the shitstorm of the present world order, it is incredibly necessary to keep allowing ourselves to embrace the preciousness and wonder of living. Thank You.
This was a beautiful reminder that we need to stay grounded in the beauty of the universe in reality no matter the chaos and tragedy surrounding us.
La Natura Sopratutto. Nature above all. It's everything intelligent and beautiful. From neural networks to quantum computers, all else is more or less mimic of what's already transpiring. I try to bother less and less with the impostors.
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I have recently gotten into bird watching, or birding, as I suppose it's called. All I know is, the time I spend each day watching, listening to, photographing, and learning about birds is time away from all the stressful, anxiety-inducing distractions of the "real world," which turns out to be far less real than the wooden fence, blackberry bushes, shade trees, and calm pond all located immediately outside my window. I can see, hear, feel, taste, and touch this world. That other one mostly exists, for me, on screens. And though I know the suffering and pain in "that world" are genuine and deeply troubling, I like to escape to this one, the one I can experience for myself. It feeds my soul.
And yes, I can confirm, there is still birdsong.
The clouds
In the puddle
Reflect the extent
we understand
the clouds
in the sky
W o w. !
There still is birdsong ...
How many stop and listen to it?
Great reminder for someone here who often feels helpless and desperate.
Thank you, Caitlin. Your work is very appreciated.
The moon, the squirrels, the leaves turning colour, the crows, the pigeons, picking up my dog's poop: those are the things that help me not to think for a while about Palestine, Venezuela, chatbots, ICE. Those are some of the things in life that I am truly grateful for.
Will our children and grandchildren believe that the drones watching over us (spying on us, keeping us in line) are actually birds and their whirring sounds as they hover over us are "birdsong"? (Let's make sure this horrific scenario never comes about!)
I hope not CA. With any luck, our children and grandchildren will still grow up in a world where birds soar through the skies, and know what the sounds of the music those wonderful feathered friends produce
Lovely poem. Living in nature is the elixir many of us need as an anecdote to our digital age.
I've been feeling this today. The vulnerability of being human, the beauty all around us as so much horror unfolds. Thanks for expressing this so well in your poem, Caitlin.
That is so appropriate for me right now because this virus means I dare not go out and spread it around, not that I have the energy to. I had just opened my balcony door to let in fresh air - and bird song.
My unit is high amongst the trees, almost treehouse-like and the birds fly past on their daily duties, twittering, arguing and singing. We've had work being done for the past few months, and it seemed to keep the birds away. It is quieter now and so special to hear them again.
So, thank you, Caitlin for being so appropriate for me without realising how well your beautiful poem fit the moment for me. With that said, I'm off to rest 😴
We have been reduced to zombies at the beck and call of the heartless bureaucracy. Sometimes I think we are some of the most brainwashed people on earth. The tragedy is we don't know it.
Quite beautiful! A good reminder that, even as we face into the shitstorm of the present world order, it is incredibly necessary to keep allowing ourselves to embrace the preciousness and wonder of living. Thank You.
Ah, emptied heart! The weary o' the path!
How would I to fill ye up o' love!
I'd tear this lute, that it might whir
A song that soothed thy lone, awearied path.
I'd steal the sun's pale gold,
And e'en the silvered even's ray.
To treasure them within this song
That it be rich for thee.
From out the wastes o' earth I'd seek
And catch the woe-tears shed,
That I might drink them from the cup
And fill it up with loving.
~pw #LB
There is still life.
Marvelous poem, thank you! And I hope there are still (real) insects for the birds to eat.