Vertebrate Sapiens

spider

Humans are so creepy,
with only four legs and
hairy heads and
just two eyes that sometimes
have glassy covers or dark lids which
obscure their eyes completely.

Whenever they see me
they jump and scream
and start flailing their four legs about;
you’d think they’d caught a hornet
in their web.

It’s really quite scary.
I wish they’d leave me alone
and go back to where they came from,
wherever that is.

Sometimes I play with them.
I know it’s not spiderly of me,
but it’s such a kick to hear their squeals when they
pull back the shower curtain and find me
hiding in the bath tub.

This Halloween I think I will dress up
as a human.


The Daily Post one-word prompt: Jump

From a Different Lifetime

Silence

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One hand clapping

Today the Daily Post’s one-word prompt is Silence.

I wrote a poem years ago with that title, and will share it here. The poem has a totally different voice and came from a completely (almost) different person than I am today.

I am content with who I am today, and grateful for the journey that got me here. Sometimes it’s a valuable exercise to look back and be reminded from whence one evolved.

Silence

Before ego there was silence.
Then ego emerged, dragged by intangible forceps
from the serene sea of oneness with its maker
into the harsh artificial light of material world.

No wonder ego screamed.

The small, still voice – also part of Oneness –
was drowned out by a raucous cacophony.
Ego began devouring material world like a strident crow
feasting at an overripe dumpster.

I meditate, try to invoke the resurgence of silence,
but my goal eludes me.
I strive to empty my mind,
but ego will not go away.

It careens from synapse to synapse,
ricocheting off every thought mote
that sifts down through my span of consciousness.

Silence is golden (so they say),
but when I fall mute, others worry.
Outwardly I am judged as too quiet.
Inside, ego shouts in derision.

Is silence relative or absolute?
Is there such a thing as too silent?
Or partial silence? (The sound of one hand clapping, perhaps…)
We seldom understand what we hear.
Why would we expect to comprehend silence?

It is not essential to fill every void.
Only ego thinks this way.
Silence is not a void begging to be filled,
but I do beg…

that ego will surrender, and the void in me can be filled
with the still, small voice that is Silence.

~ MCC (@ 2000)


“Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure.”
~ Henri Nouwen

Windows to the Soul

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When I look into your eyes
and see the profoundness within,
I am thankful that your spark of wisdom and grace
has been added to this
wounded and ailing planet.

When you look out
through those sparkling windows
at the chaos of the world to which you’ve come,
I doubt you are thankful
for the brokenness into which
you have been born.

But perhaps
in your wisdom and grace
you see healing and hope for this world
if only we would all
open our windows.

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The Daily Post one-word prompt: Profound

Art and Environment

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The one-word prompt over at The Daily Post today is “Glass.” How could I not write a post to that prompt?

I’ve been neglecting this blog for a while now, but it’s not for lack of topics to discuss. It’s more because I felt the need to research topics, and to sit down and do a thoroughly well-planned post that considers all sides of an issue.

But where’s the fun in that, right? So I’ll just write with a disclaimer that everything I say has the potential of being utterly false. I think I can work within those parameters.

There’s a lot of change going on in the art glass industry here in the Pacific Northwest, and I imagine it won’t be long until the issues spread nationwide, if they haven’t already.

In some random study of moss or lichen or something (as I said, I forewent the research on this), it came to light that parts of Portland were showing very high lead content in the environments. Further study seemed to pinpoint the source of these pollutants as being two art glass manufacturing sites, who use heavy metals to create the glass.

Chromium, for example, is used in production of glass in colors of green, black, and some browns and purples. Cadmium is used for making yellows, oranges, and orange-reds. Both factories ultimately stopped production of those colors of glass while further testing is conducted to determine the actual sources of pollutants, and while installation of new emission control measures take place.

The divergent responses of the two glass manufacturers — Bullseye and Uroboros —  remind me of two cartoon characters in the children’s magazine Highlights: Goofus and Gallant. Goofus is always rude, thoughtless, uncouth, greedy… Gallant is always thoughtful, considerate of others, polite… well, you get the idea.

So, in my metaphor, Bullseye is Goofus and Uroboros is Gallant. This is the part where lack of research could get me into trouble, so I’ll leave my discussion of the two companies at that.

Another Pacific Northwest glass manufacturer, Spectrum, has gone out of business as of this month. A smaller company than the other two, Spectrum made the determination that — along with other issues — they couldn’t absorb the cost of retooling for emissions control. Spectrum had been in business for thirty years.

While I lament the changes that might curtail the manufacture of many colors of glass, I of course acknowledge the utmost importance of environmental safety. (Hint: Gallant cares about that, too.)

But think about telling Vincent Van Gogh that he couldn’t use yellow in his paintings anymore. “Starry Night” would have become just “Night.” And his Wheatfield and Sunflower paintings? I can’t imagine.

The art glass- and glass art- worlds may never be the same. I’m sure someone will come up with other ways to recreate the colors with less environmentally impactful materials, but it won’t be the same. Or they’ll come up with ways to meet increasingly stringent environmental standards, at which point the cost of manufacturing art glass will skyrocket to the point where the glass will become unaffordable to hobbyists and nonprofessionals.

Okay, I’ve thoroughly bummed myself out now. I guess there’s no use in crying over spilled – um, cadmium. The good news is that my premonitions about the future are usually totally off base. Especially when I haven’t done my research.

I’m guessing that Gallant always does his research.


The Daily Post one-word prompt: Glass

Follow the… who?

can you imagine 
lemmings without a leader?
who would find the cliff?

cliff

It is a popular misconception that lemmings jump off cliffs in mass “suicide.”  Some species do migrate in large groups when populations become too dense and may encounter losses when — for example — trying to cross swift rivers. As a metaphor for unquestioningly going along with popular opinion, though, it creates a great visual.

The Daily Post one-word prompt: Autonomy