junction of forces
Leffingwell Landing North, Cambria
8:30 am
That's where we are, at a junction of forces. There is a lot at play.
An atmospheric front moves through the scene above and it changes things; how people feel, the light diffusion, humidity, wind and more. The Pacific is a grand energy and power of its own. It tunes the temperature, winds, and carries storms and is the world to marine life. The land stands by uplifts and movement and rises from the beach to the mountains and rock, pastures, wild life, forests and climates.
This nation, at this time, is in a similar frame and depth of complexity-a junction of political forces and history.
what direction is this?
Founder Benjamin Franklin signed the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.
He was asked after the Constitutional Convention what sort of government had the delegates created.
"A Republic, if you can keep it."
Franklin said when you bring an assembly of people for the benefit of their joint wisdom, you also assemble all of their "prejudices, passions, errors of opinion, local interest and their selfish views."
History is stitching into the weave that binds this democratic republic. We are at a rare place and power now collides.
The Legislative and the Executive branches have launched legal/constitutional disputes. The Parties are wrestling for their own souls and they are at a bitter war with each other. Citizen dialogue is dysfunctional and mean. Legal scholars debate who has power and who can do what to whom. Some of the corporate media are hysterical and act as cheerleaders. Social media is manipulation, assault, and role playing. Federal agencies are under a dismantlement or allowed to atrophy and crumble. The US is under cyber and thought attack.
The Mueller Report did not end the loudest drama. For better or worse, it is a beginning of a new round of contest, vibrating through our Republic, if we can keep it.
her special thumb
I'm fortunate to love an artist, who is also a gardener. Lana's mother could grow anything and was forever puttering in ornamental beds and vegetable gardens. Daughter is like Mother. She continues to transform our place on the ridge to a sanctuary for mind and soul. Peace grows here.
into lana's garden
Here's our annual visit to Lana's spring Garden.I hope you can take a few moments with these images to savor and enjoy the detail of how she composes with color, light, shape and texture.
For someone who grumbles and grouses about weeds, she certainly has a winsome way with photosynthetic eukaryotes of the Kingdom Plantae. She is a plantae painter.
See you down the trail.
