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Saturday, 6AM. June 8, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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The alarm sounds a blessed hour later than on weekdays, and instead of the Monday-through-Friday routine of hitting “snooze” at least once, I’m up, stumbling, microwaving the last of yesterday’s coffee as I throw on yesterday’s clothes and head out the door, putting the shower and shave on hold.

Outside, I’m predictably enveloped in a blanket of white as the overnight rains rise from the lowlands in a pageant of visual nothingness, drawn upward by the dawn into the waiting arms of Father Sky.

I should have been earlier, but I’m not. The Sun is rising, and I’m not where I need to be, but I’m trying, turning left across the river, right across the railroad tracks and winding uphill at an undignified speed.

Through the intermittent slapping of windshield wipers, I try to gage the movement of mist-shrouded grass. Are those leaves trembling, or is it just me, my anticipation, a pressure-wave of my passing?

Another left, then another, and I slow to a quiet pace, throw it into neutral and glide to a stop just past a small farmhouse whose kindly old occupant I hope not to disturb. She had been gracious on our first meeting, and delighted that I found such joy in the field of lupines her mother had planted; I don’t want my return to be an imposition.

“Come back next weekend, they’ll be just about right,” she had told me, her memory strong, her images clear, her history with this place informing us both. I thanked her then, and I thank her again now.

I tumble from my car into the still air, the mists of morning surrounding me, the sun coming over the eastern skyline, and stand before a field of pink and blue spikes, perfect, as she had told me a week earlier that they would be, and work quickly to capture the scene as Jesus Rays break gloriously through the damp air of the surrounding forest:

She gave me this gift, a gift her Mother had given to her, a gift I now share with you.

Thank You, Mother Earth,

Thank You, Father Sky, and

Thank You, Mother of the Lupines.

Namaste.