The weekend offered a gift of beautiful weather to those living in the Midwest.  Yard work on Saturday morning, clearing the garden patch of the remaining tomato vines, and dying squash plants.  The afternoon was spent in conversation with friends in Long Grove.  We chatted with Michael at Buffalo Creek Brewery, sampled two of his beers, and read for a while.  Then we stopped at Epilogue to admire some jewelry.  Rachel was present so we exchanged greetings, and talked for a while about wild fires out West and Hurricane Irma which has the state of Florida in it’s grip.  Nature is always a topic of conversation.  Nature is a blessing and sometimes a threat.  Over the last few years it has become clear that the spread of population with attendant development is exponentially increasing the threat side of the equation.

Certainly we, all of us, together and individually are a part of nature.  The beat of our human hearts, is mirrored in the heartbeat of every mammal.  The rhythm of exchange between our cell membranes is not unlike the electrical activity within the cells of a blade of grass of that of an oak tree.  We all are carbon based life forms.  All rooted in the earth.

When I see the sun rise behind the trees in the morning, becoming aware of my mind finding traction to pursue the days activities–I think how vast and interconnected everything is.  I am but a momentary observer of a cosmic dance, a massive improvisational drama. Sometimes comedy and sometimes tragedy.

A final thought.

Kyrie was a hit song by Mr. Mister in 1986, written by Richard Page.  Kyrie eleison is Greek, and is taken from the Latin Mass, meaning “Lord have mercy.”

Kyrie

Kýrie, eléison
Kýrie, eléison
Kýrie

The wind blows hard against this mountainside
Across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide
Setting my feet upon the road

My heart is old, it holds my memories
My body burns a gem-like flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
Is where I find myself again

Kýrie, eléison
Down the road that I must travel
Kýrie, eléison
Through the darkness of the night

Kýrie, eléison
Where I’m going, will you follow?
Kýrie, eléison
On a highway in the light

When I was young, I thought of growing old
Of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road
Or only wished what I could be…………………