I am happy to report that we have had some rain and that there is real grass beginning to grow!!!
More please... but it is a start!
It is an interesting journey living so close to the ground and experiencing the drought. It is quite stressful actually. The reality is my personal day to day life is not affected - I turn on the faucet and the well pumps water much the same way as millions who live in cities and towns across America.
But there is a tension that is everywhere - the ranchers and farmers, the animals, the land itself - seems to emit an energy of stress that feels much like a heat wave looks when you can view it from a distance. The shimmer and movement and uneasiness that doesn't stand still.
This is the second big grasshopper I've seen in the last few days. It reminds me of something that might be associated with a biblical plague... These are the kinds of things that when come in large groups destroy everything.
The southwest is a harsh place to live, for everything not just humans. There was a time when it was fertile and green - the last ice age to be exact. While glaciers formed in the north, this area got more rain and the grasses grew and with grass does all life thrive.
What is the point? Life is both lush at times and droughtish at others. Stress is part of what pushes us forward and keeps us from becoming complacent. Lack asks us to conserve now and seek for better ways later. Limits ask us to find better ways to live both with them and with out them.
Plagues remove everything from before and require us to build everything again.
It's Sunday, what can I say I'm philosophical this morning!
I am finding there is a difference between this idea of "prepping for the worst" and training to be a survivalist and what survival really is.
I've said before I dislike the word "survivor" in that we have come to associate it with being a victim first and survivor second.
But from drought to fertility there is a need to survive whatever the moment brings. I believe we survive when we choose life and not just defend against death.
I am surrounded by life even though the drought feels like a slow death. It is always a choice whether we will live or just give up and let go.
There is no way to prepare or train or defend against everything that will come in your future or mine. But this idea of being a survivor has also come to mean there is less need to train for what we are afraid of and begin to trust more of who we are and that we will handle what ever comes next.
Nothing has been more of a witness to me on this idea than the insects I am surrounded by. No matter what happens to them they keep going with no preparations, no training, no special tools, and no workshops or videos! They choose life every second of their existence - no hesitation, no complacency, no apathy or self-pity.
It seems for now there is great honor and respect for the Bug's Life!
Welcome to my Journey!
I'm inviting you to join me on my journey as I seek to find a new way of being in an old set of systems. It's hard, but worth it!