Then Zoomed Past a Car

Industrial infrastructure cuts through landscape everywhere. 

6th October, 2009

Finally, the ground is not so cold. I didn’t think about my feet much at all, as I squatted there. I chant the mantra, hands joined in prayer position, surrounded by birdsong, as spring happens everywhere; uncontained, expressive life.

The tree felt calm and content, just being. Her blossoms and leaves are gradually emerging from those tight winter buds. The flowers are very relaxed, just hanging there in mid-air, waiting for visitors on the wing. The birds, the breeze, the flowers, the earth – all felt as one.

Then zoomed past a car. How harsh, foreign, and invasive it was. And that car represented all the harshness of the human industrial impact, all the insensitivity and separateness we have created.

I looked at my little wooden house, painted green and ochre, and sitting still for its fifty five years. A habitat for people, which perhaps fits in. But not so the car.