Sunday, August 7, 2011
A day of rain, although I'm not complaining about it as I did in June, and May, and April...
I've been thinking about why the sight of wildlife enthralls me so much. The latest was yesterday, a doe and a fawn running through the slash of those six acres being developed on Lucia Beach Road, a pair perfectly matched in color and grace and bounding jumps, one just smaller than the other.
So beautiful compared to piles of brush and rutted dirt and the ugly concrete foundation of a house on the rise.
So physical compared to the prison of mind.
So free compared to my slavery to mealtimes and TV times and the awful clang of the market-opening bell.
So full of awe compared to my mundane rounds of store and car and chair and bed.
So naked compared to my shame for warmongering and politics.
So simple compared to my self-consciousness.
So graceful compared to fumbling for glasses and toothbrush.
So hassled compared to my life of ease.
So vulnerable compared to my stronghold of walls.
So close to the divine compared to my distance from it.