wonders are many on earth, and the greatest of these
is man, who rides the ocean and makes his way
through the deeps, through the wind-swept valleys of perilous seas
that surge and sway.
he is master of ageless earth, to his own will bending
the immortal mother of gods by the sweat of his brow,
all year succeeds to year, with toil unending
of mule and plough.
he is lord of all things living; birds of air
beasts of the field, all creatures on sea and land
he takes, cunning to capture and ensnare
with sleight of hand;
hunting the savage beast from the upland rocks,
taming the mountain monarch in his lair,
training the wild horse and the roaming ox;
his yoke to bear.
SOPHOCLESE | ANTIGONE
cherries are starting to come in. they're tart and a little funny-shaped, but a delight to gather nonetheless. there is something wholly satisfactory about growing, caring for and eating from the plants that surround your home. these acts have sparked in me a newfound interest in the creation narratives. in particular, i've meditated on our inherited role as nurturers of the earth and what that constitutes. and, i think, part of our duty in this blessed world involves picking fruit to make into pies. its a wonderful life.
We can find all that is necessary in the present moment. We need not worry about whether to pray or be silent, whether to withdraw into retreat or mix with people, to read or write, to meditate or make our minds a receptive blank, to shun or seek out books on spirituality. Nor do poverty or riches, sickness or health, life or death matter in the least. What does matter is what each moment produces by the will of God. We must strip ourselves naked, renounce all desire for created things, and retain nothing of ourselves, so that we can be wholly submissive to God's will and so delight Him. Our only satisfaction must be to live in the present moment as if there were nothing to expect beyond it.
the latest addition to our farming equipment is this wheelbarrow which has been far more fun than i any of us could have anticipated. sometimes, we parade around our little hobby-farm in it and waves like princes and princesses as we pass by chickens, pigs, puppies and those unfortunate souls who don't get to ride. other times, we charge across the yard like warriors in a chariot or pioneers in their covered wagon. living on a farm is entirely too much fun. i love this new chapter.
postscript: please, someone remind me why i'm going into debt to live somewhere other than here. college is great, don't get me wrong. but my school doesn't have a chariot, nor do i have adorable little siblings to parade me around while i'm there. so i'm beginning to wonder what the point even is. jk. (but maybe not.)