August 31st, 2005
|10:17 am - Keeping up with myself|
Sometimes, the natrual world has nothing on the city.
The rain in the forests and the mountains and the fields is cleansing, but it falls in the darkness and soaks into the ground. It has done this for millions of years, since before we crawled out of the slime pools that we came from.
But last night, as I stepped outside the grocery store, I looked at the rain. It fell in sheets, striking the asphalt and splashing in the puddles. A streetlamp was shining down upon the scene.
And the heavens were under my feet.
I watched the stars that were obscured by clouds above me fall to the earth: the light reflecting off the splash, each drop of water flickering and dancing in the streetlamp against the blacktop below.
I watched the scene for a moment, smiling.
Miracles and stars can be found in the strangest places.
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: "The Christian", -JB
Amen. I know I felt just like this when I got back from New Zealand into the blessed concrete of Estonia. Five minutes singing The Internationale in a council estate in the former Soviet Union, and environmentalism begins to seem like a waste of time. Its all natural.
It is all natural. If a natural creature creates something, how could it possibly be unnatural?
"The unnatural--that too is natural." --Goethe, a poet (wrote Dr. Faustus...)