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Now that the Monster of Mar-a-Lago owns the headlines again, where is Ukraine?
I will continue rallying support for Ukraine, by raising consciousness of their culture, their natural resources, their contributions to the good of the world, their centuries-old democratic spirit, their Cossack spirit, their traditions.
If we had Ukraine’s democratic spirit, we would be a democracy rather than a twisted, self-corrupting anocracy. We lost that quest. The United States of America has fallen from grace. As Bill Moyers recently put it, “We’ve run out of luck.”
Ukraine has not run out of luck. It’s not about luck there. It’s about commitment. Commitment to what?
What does her flag stand for? NATURE. Blue sky and yellow waves of wheat fields.
If you are new to this blog or perhaps did not get a look at them before, take another look at my posts about Ukraine. There’s a lot of history in those posts, and art, music, spirit … all that stuff I said I would continue raising up in our consciousness of Ukraine.
If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet,
you’ll come to understand that you’re connected to everything.
This is true. However, it need not be a far, far forest. It can be near. In fact, it can be your backyard.
It reminds me of the joke where the Dalai Lama goes to a hot dog street vendor and says, “Make me one with everything.”
This photo was manipulated to resolve trouble with the output of the old 35mm film camera that shot this about 17 years ago, in not enough light as the sun was slipping away from the woods, but it is still true to the original, with perhaps an artsy touch.
I have always called it, “Reincarnation of a Birch,” but this fungus decoration is only one phase of the new world that will be created from this old gray birch stump.
It was in the campground at Taylor Pond, part of the Taylor Pond Wild Forest state land complex, which includes Taylor Pond Wild Forest, Terry Mountain State Forest, Burnt Hill State Forest and the Franklin Falls, Shell Rock and Black Brook Conservation Easement Tracts, a handful of my nearby nature immersion areas within 20 miles of Balsamea.
Updated 20220705 20:12 – added pictures.
What’s a great way to enjoy a sweltering summer day with 90 degrees, drinkable humidity, magnified sunlight, and a chance of fast-moving wild thunderstorms? Do a creekwalk!
It is a style of bushwhacking. Instead of working through trailless woods, you work up or down the middle of a creek, brook or river. It is your route, but not a trail. Rain? So? You’re hiking in water. Don’t let the weather tell you what to do.
It was in tourist country, the Adirondack High Peaks Wilderness Area that is not a wilderness anymore because it is severely overrun by tourists. As beautiful as the High Peaks are, they are not worth sharing a few miles of trail with fifty people trashing it and even actually crapping on it.
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.
The next best time is now.
~ Chinese Proverb
The Balsamean; Scribblements from Balsamea contains 34 posts about relationships with trees or forests, out of 128 total posts in the ten years from September 2012 to May 2022. This is the 128 posts remaining after many were withdrawn from publication. (There were also many drafted and never published.) Still, of the published ones NOT removed, 34 of 128 are about trees, forests, and human integration with trees, or immersion in them. That’s 27% of the total posts. It is not enough.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
Some of my beliefs, thoughts, and feelings I am unable to express as well as others can do for me. Hermann Hesse is one example, particularly on the topic of relationship with trees.
“Hermann Hesse was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. His best known works include Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game (also known as Magister Ludi) which explore an individual’s search for spirituality outside society.” —from goodreads Hesse author page
There is a comprehensive review of the book at Hermitary.com. It begins, “Hermann Hesse composed his little book Wanderung: Aufzeichnungen as fiction, but it reads as autobiography, as do most of his little sketches wherein a personable narrator reveals his convoluted emotions. Wandering finds the fictional narrator at a psychological crossroads, and Hesse’s clear, simple, and heartfelt prose makes the book a candid and attractive reflection.”
Updated May 30, 2022
Rarely do I wake from a dream realizing that in the dream I knew I was dreaming.
I recently dreamed that I was lost in the woods, exhausted, when I found a cave just before dark. I reclined on a sloped rock with my head on my fanny pack and fell asleep. That’s when I dreamed that I knew I was dreaming, making it hard to separate reality from the dream. Even when I woke up I didn’t know if I was only dreaming that I did.
For the love of Ukraine.
Слава Україні. Героям слава.
Slava Ukraini. Heroyam slava.
Glory to Ukraine. Glory to the heroes.
Слава в калині. Slava v kalyni. Glory to the kalyna.
This is an “epic length” post, loaded with inspiring pictures and music videos, factual information, a lot of history, and a lot of love. Take it as a “time-out for Ukraine” for an afternoon, or a little day to day. Of course, you should always scroll down if you are bored. There will be something less boring ahead. I promise.
Speaking at the 2022 Grammy Awards ceremony by video from a bunker, Ukraine President Volodomyr Zelenskyy said:
“The war. What is more opposite to music? The silence of ruined cities and killed people. Our children draw swooping rockets, not shooting stars. Over 400 children have been injured and 153 children died. And we’ll never see them drawing. Our parents are happy to wake up in the morning in bomb shelters. But alive. Our loved ones don’t know if we will be together again. The war doesn’t let us choose who survives and who stays in eternal silence.
“Our musicians wear body armor instead of tuxedos. They sing to the wounded in hospitals, even to those who can’t hear them. But the music will break through anyway. We defend our freedom to live, to love, to sound on our land. We are fighting Russia, which brings horrible silence with its bombs. The dead silence. Fill the silence with your music. Fill it today to tell our story.
“Tell the truth about the war on your social networks, on TV. Support us in any way you can. Any — but not silence. And then peace will come. To all our cities the war is destroying — Chernihiv, Kharkiv, Volnovakha, Mariupol and others — they are legends already. But I have a dream of them living and free. Free like you on the Grammy stage.” — from NY Times April 3, 2022, Volodymyr Zelensky speaks to Grammys audience in a prerecorded video.