“Reporting from the trenches. Out in the leaf mold, observing the seeping headwaters feeding what you may eventually be drinking, I see that life here is also in lock down. The stillness is nearly intolerable, in a world normally waking to all kinds of joy. I guess it depends which dimension you are viewing it from. Things look pretty ordinary in 3D. Not so much in 5D. We found an injured woodcock. I wish he’d been acting strangely due to some mating imperative, but in actual fact, he was just not his usual self. I totally identified with this. Is anyone feeling like “all is well”? If so, this would be a good time to make a fortune on instructional self-help videos for the rest of us. But anyone who is not totally self absorbed and conveniently located to support their own illusion of self preservation, will note the following: something is wrong. How can you take a three hour walk and see only one - injured - bird? Down in the fen, I felt relieved, to be numbered among so many marsh marigolds, looking determined to carry on. I could have sat with my pants getting wet for hours. The moss is still green, the rotting logs seem to have some unspoken pact to support my weight, regardless. I don’t need to change. Unless I am called to. Which is an awkward crossroads, for many of us. Do I really need to step up and call out the creeping nanny state infringements, as my beloved friends continue to sleep peacefully and/or wage minor wars with lesser tyrants? I really didn’t want to disturb them, I only wanted to be loving and kind. I would rather sink down in the hay mow, laugh and be silly, than give some sobering diatribe against evil. Such are the times. Look for those who speak truth. They may not be from your usual food group. Remember that wise people grow out from many different roots. It’s exciting, once you get over your brainwashed biases.”
