Friday, February 5, 2010
This Is What I Love
This is what my spirit loves the most, these ancient hills - the sumptuous green abundance.
This is the earth's immense dreaming - handsome shapes left by dying Permian seas. In the early greening of spring, at a certain light, visible gradients, regular and level across the valleys, are visible high water marks - a subsidence spanning incomprehensible time.
No such thing as human eyes to witness the emergence of these hilltops, yet our blood matches the seawater.
Once, in this very spot, the slow roll of waves sculpted slopes now green and gold. The ebb and flow of winds high up in the atmosphere recall those tides and that mighty, long slumbering before ever a human being walked here.
I was here, again and again and again I was here. The old sea recalled in the salt of my blood, limestone molecules in my bones, breathing air molecules escaped the vanishing sea.
What are human beings but the very earth herself forming up, rising up from dirt and sea and stardust to see and hear and love the dreaming made real. Again and again and again I will be here.
Tiny Permian Sea fossils found in Spirit Creek.
Another fossil reference: