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| sandhill cranes in fog
Photo by J. Harrington
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As we left town, we checked that the sandhill cranes and Canada geese were in the same fields this morning as where we saw them yesterday. Today, however, we were earlier and the fog was thicker. In fact, we couldn't even see the distant edges of the fields this morning.
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| circus elephants on the lawn
Photo by J. Harrington
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Do you know that Baraboo is noted for its historic relationship with the Ringling Bros. Circus. We're told that, when not traveling, Baraboo was the Summer base of operations for the circus, as Florida served for Winter camp. We stayed at the Ringling House B & B. Here's a picture of some of their lawn ornaments.
Now, about one of those things to ponder: the theme of the workshop was Wisdom Sits in Places. This has started us thinking about what kind of place is a river, specifically, the St. Croix River. What is the wisdom that sits in the place we know as a river? We're really looking forward to exploring these and related questions. Perhaps they'll help us finish a project we started several years ago and then hit a creative block on. Wish us well.
Devotee
for the wisdom of the Rocky Mountain National Park
what to call wild use
of nature
to the human
where character
is centered
entering like a devotee,
genuflecting, vast space
what to call drama
of containment edging
unknown? tundra’s
tenacious
front to the stars,
above all tree-lines
can you breathe?
what is your risk,
anthropoid?
to lichen, moss imbricating
delicate plants hundreds
years
in the making
shivery! sweetest
tiny world
what’s next,
where is our ark?
all directions of space
glance across moraines
near and far to plunge
or fly?
gambol like a shaman with
mountain denizens
a raw and windblown
dance
of preservation,
let no one break or tread
rigor you barely understand,
o human rangers
guardians as keepers of
land’s vision
inside trembling
precarious
Anthropocene
make wonder, not wreck
things you barely
know of this world
bow down to
dark power’s
indigenous alchemy
wild basin
when I could see death
inside the camp’s firelight
night we sat vigil for our sick friend
in coma and
sun was strong by day
and later ice was blinding
(he lived a little longer)
ecology of mind!
“to preserve this
element of unknown places”
(Aldo Leopold)
when it was never summer
when it was timeless
Rocky spine cut a divide
touched a nerve
confluence of lines,
east & west
held a universe
let us in
Blake’s garden of love
and see what you
never have seen
marked out by the magus
trickster shaman
playing in
zone of the bighorn
there is an elk in your future
if you wait
there is a black bear in your future
if you let him live
beyond Illusion
of the poetic
not made in your image
for your pleasure
yet they are sublime
(beneath a surface
cities of discontent
go down)
walk climb stop stare
rake
mind’s neurons flashing
you stumble
you gaze
you touch inside loneliness
at 11,000 feet
moose and elk
in continuity
below
mirroring illuminating
a beautiful
desolation
outburst sounding
rut and passion
a circuitous present
where you
pick up
a shard of shell
back up
on the tundra
evidence of
once was ocean
wisdom
dakinis,
lokapalas, imps
mountain deities
nod and
bow, o gratitude!
without this
care
we lose our way
kill the thing we need, we love
you better know.
Aldo Leopold (1887-1948): American philosopher and ecologist,
best known for his book Sand Country Almanac.dakinis: female embodiments of enlightened energy
lokapalas: dieties of place
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