ALT WERDEN
wie verrueckt wir uns machen
um all diese sachen
die am ende eh
keiner mitnehemen kann
und binnen jeder grenze
da tanzen wir dann
die erzwungenen taenze
und bei mind'rer leistung
da folgt die verbannung
und man landet genau
wie jeder andere "jemand"
auf einem grossen haufen dung
und hier in mir drinnen
wie auch um mich herum
da faellt alles andre
ganz still und langsam
auf den unergruendlichen grund
Corinne Wesley
May 31, 2023
one of the hardest things in life,
is to find out how little one knows,
of those one loves the most,
and how unknowable
their thoughts really are.
oftentimes, one discovers this,
only after they're gone.
when it's too late.
so, so sad.
Corinne Wesley, May 23. 2023
Conocimiento
pensamientos, pasando por
mi cabeza turbulenta
sobre el tema de comprensión.
frecuentemente,
me molesta "entender,"
sin poder "realizar" que entiendo.
el silencio a mi alrededor,
perceptible por su peso,
siempre está presente.
seguimos adelante de todos modos...
All over the skies, outside my window, I see the battles
going on, more and more of them. It’s when “eat or be eaten” comes right in
your face. And that “bird action” out there, is about life or death. ravens against
eagles, ravens and crows against magpies, magpies against whomever they go
after (they can’t help themselves, remember? Just like the cuckoo, etc. they’re
wired that way by nature herself!).
Plus, everyone alive ‘n little, clawed or on foot, has to be
worried about the resident Redtail hawk, his wife, and his two children, every
year. They rule this part of the edge of the San Luis Valley, where I live. I’ve
mentioned them before.
Anyway, I have a hard time, each spring in particular, because
there is this duplicity, in what I see going on. First, we have the beauty of courtship
dances, fancy-colored feathers beating in the air. Followed by: “yeah! Let’s
build a nest, together!”
That’s the fun part. Now, it’s all: “Let’s get their eggs, Let’s get their babies. Let’s get THEM!”
There was over 30 continuous minutes of serious fighting,
between the raven family (5 members present) and a magpie couple. They all know
each other because they do this each May. They live very close to each other
and, once the “breeding and growing up some,” parts are over, they all go back
to living as neighbors in the same three (or 4?) huge Elms, on the piece of
land right across my south fence. For the rest of the year, I don’t see them
trying to go at each other much. Because it is known by all, in my
surroundings, that “Harry Redtail Hawk Bird” is the man! 😉
Another thing all our forest babies have to deal with
and die of, horribly, are the repeated fires, bigger and deadlier each year. I
see burning nests, in my mind, with babies, not yet able to fly… like all those
people in burning skyscrapers, who couldn’t fly either. And most of those bad
fires I can remember, around here, they started in May…
In my (weird) mind, the fact that the miracle of new,
perfectly crafted (by “Madame Nature”), sweet, innocent life, within a couple
of weeks, finds itself blindly thrown into bloody “mayhem and murder,” has been
disturbing me a lot, ever since the age of 5-6, when I was first introduced to how
nature is, by my grandfather. I loved nature, in all its forms and materials,
but I don’t like the killing. Not then, not now and not at all! The great
enigma of my life (since the age of 6), has been the question: “Why was I
equipped with what’s necessary, in my brain (mind), to be bothered to no end by
this situation? If by nature, everything is as it should be, why am I even ABLE
to question it?!” That’s my dilemma. I can’t help it. My heart tells me that it
could be so much more peaceful if we “All” could stop killing each other. No
more pigs, terrified of what they know is coming, being literally “scared to
death.” For Ham’s sake…!?
I could go on but won’t.
It “could” be an amazingly different world. I’m sure of
that. Just look at some of the “Great Vegetarians” of all times. The
Brontosaurus, for example, the Buffalo, or the powerful Gorilla, gentle unless provoked, sharing
98% of our DNA, Whales, and many more. Just sayin'... 😊
The End
Part 8, May 19, 2023
- OK.
- What was today’s greatest moment (so far)?
- Me: When I held a fluttering hummingbird in my hand, for
the briefest of instants, freeing it gently from where its beak had gotten
stuck, in the old screen door. Feeling the flutter of the tips of her wing feathers, I opened my hand right away, once i got its beak unstuck. It never
stopped moving, in my loosely closed hands. And all i felt were its wings. The whole thing took a second, not
quite 2 seconds. I’m ridin’ high on the
experience, since then. Till the next cool thing like that comes around…. Yay!
- Pause…
Below, you find some words, questions, replies, and comments,
having to do with the subject of “racism” as well as “general discrimination,”
which is going on everywhere, for every (bloody) reason people can “dream up.”
It’s also being hotly discussed, at the moment.
I have been observing this “global dialog” since a long
time. After all, every color is practicing “racism” against each other, and
against the rest. Sometimes I fear that it doesn’t seem to matter any more, what is said.
If we don’t put the desire to be free of the “color issue” into simple practice,
then we’re “screwed.”
We “need” for it to NOT matter any longer. Right? So, let’s project that out into the world around us. Directly from the heart. In Peace.
It could well be just the question: “Why aren’t there any white dudes in your group?")
-ORIGINAL QUESTION, by J.E.:
“Alex No white men in your group why is that.”
- First of my answers:
"... why not ask the "white men?" I am an
old, Caucasian woman, working for Alex as a volunteer, long-distance. Actually,
there is a younger "white woman," in one of the previous photographs.
In fact, your question led me to realize that "white men" are,
indeed, rather absent.
Food for Thought! Thank you for that! I'd say the main reason is because this is Africa. And the people Alex works with, live in specific, remote, tribal areas, poor areas, where not a lot of white people want to live...It is a local, African issue, dealt with by those directly affected."
😉
- Answer to Alex Ngabirano's reaction (to my answer), to J. E’s question above:
"Thanks, for acknowledging my comment/answer to John Evans' question. (I apologize for all white people.) Hahahaha! (Nobody can do that). As you well know!?
I am so hoping that one fine day, maybe
those children you teach "Conservation," will be living in a world of
their own making, where no "Conversations," or thoughts about people's
colors, are necessary, or of particular importance, except for thinking how
beautiful the colors of the world can be.
We know how ugly they can be too. We have all seen it,
no matter what color. And I believe I speak for people of all colors, when I
say, we are SO sick and tired of it.
What we must to do, to make the change, is to practice it,
to make it part of our being, and spread it wherever we can.
Accept that we all bleed red, under any skin color, and agree,
that we don't have to make any more people bleed, in order to remember it!
Break down all the walls, and don't build any more of them,
ever!
True "non-racists" (a term I just used for ‘want’
of a more appropriate one.), They don't even think about the color of others, as
a defining part, of what makes us human or, special. They delight in the
variety of color, and beauty around them, as a given, like looking at flowers,
then move on and just continue to exist, as ONE, together.... (period).
(of course, that's just how i see it. i wish it 2 b tru!)
C.W.
Part 7
Short 'n not so Sweet.
i'm trying to balance the positive and the negative sides of solitude, in my writing. that means that i am holding back a lot. people don't want to deal with stuff that's too overwhelming. i get it. so, i sit with what's overwhelming me all day long, while i watch myself slide down towards the familiar bottom area... i don't wanna eat, or go out (and i need to!), change into clean clothes, brush my teeth, or wash my hair. i want nobody to see me like this. my stomach is growling and, my fukked up head is keeping me sitting, for hours on end, in the spot where i sit. at some point, i hurt so much, that i must lie down. and i do.
THANKS for being the person i can say that to, and for not getting scared off...
the part of me, the positive one, the creative one, hasn't gone away. it's all in there, happening like in parallel universes. at the same time. Over 'n Out!
May 13, 2023
