With Gratitude
For this place1
this being2
and the patience of saints3
Specifically that surrounding a particular tree shaded bench manifested into reality by myself and another from free rough milled western red-ceder that was taking up space needed by condos… but generally… this place, those mountains, that ocean sunset, liminal works of art expressed in salt air, granite, sandstone, arbutus, and the ancient fire of human practice… the dark green moisture in the shaded forest air over the thin subtle sweetness of loam on rock… antiquated cherry covered street parking complete with house and yard and shop… big rocky mountains, wide sun stretched valleys, great sweeping hills that are also just wee ripples in the context of real time and punctuated glacial release, canyons carved deep in red and sedimentary earthen needles weather worn, pierced into the the piercingly perfect deep blue sky… the hot love of the earth cooled and pooled into a penetrating deep heat healing gift to match this tiny human scale, this island planet earth, where the night view from the rim reveals reliably the fact of beauty infinite and eternal… one could go on and on as this place in fractal abundance just adds the infinite to the infinite…
Well, certainly myself, but the fortunate pattern of this particular path of being, the push and pull of fate, and all the other being(s) that make this being me.
Also the gentle, revelatory wisdom of a steadfast will and courageous, beautiful, loving heart.