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With COVID still raging across the globe, Brexit finally about to happen and the collected horror that has been the United States, it can be said to be hard to find something to celebrate. When humans do not live up to their promise, it is disappointing on the deepest level. There are hardships wherever you look - understanding that they are caused by or compounded by the actions of humanity makes it especially hard to keep fighting.

In this way, the path that I have chosen comes into its own. Humanistic paganism is not a religion. It does not blame misfortune on a deity or anti-deity, there are no supernatural elements to consider - there is only nature and science, and humanity. Neither of these are controllable. And it is still hard when our own idiocy compounds problems, but that is free will. Even when human stupidity flies in the face of scientific fact. Education is our hope. If children are taught to question and challenge and make up their own minds based on evidence available, then we can progress.

My oldest son was born on the winter solstice - the 20th that year. It is a time of celebration in this household regardless of the wheel of the year. This year has been hard but because we live where we live, we have had minimal impact to our lives. The gratitude I feel for that is huge. The fact that we could sit around a table together and share food and laughter makes us a thousand times more blessed than a huge percentage of the planet. The challenge is to pass that good fortune on and not take it for granted.

In tiny ways, nature reminds us of our place in the web of life. And in big ways. COVID has happened because we are greedy and conceited. The west wants cheap goods, to fulfil that, Asian countries make and export those goods and their populations boom in response to the inflow of money. They expand into areas that were previously the stronghold of wild animals, bringing their own domestic animals up against species and bacteria and infections that they have not experienced before. They mutate a virus so it becomes adapted to human transmission. It is very good at this. People die in the thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions. Whose fault is that? The truth is that the blame rests at many points along the chain and none of us are blameless.

My solution to this stress and worry is acceptance and going back to the most basic truths. The sun rises. The moon reflects. The trees grow. The wind blows. We are affecting that too, but it is stronger than we are and it will reach its equilibrium whether we are resilient to that or not. In the meantime the longest night is over. The sun will rise a little earlier tomorrow. Make choices to ensure that we are here to see it.
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Every morning I want to write a post about my drive to work, how inspiring it is, how I can watch the seasons come and go. And every afternoon I wonder how many times I can find ways to explain a dawn, a mist, the wildlife I noted. These are quiet moments that mean so much to me, but trying to put that wonder into words that might appeal to someone else is almost impossible. They are personal miracles - uplifting, teaching and grounding. In isolation each element is nice but everyday but taken as an overall experience, they are invaluable to me.

People are beginning to bring in trees for midwinter. I love that the Christian holiday and the the ancient ways are so entwined that no one even thinks about the symbolism of that. In Suffolk there are places where the mistletoe is so thick on the bare trees, they look like perfect spheres. I love to see that.

I've been thinking about native tree species in the UK. I need to look into that more. A friend was bemoaning the sycamore that had self seeded in her garden and that she wanted to remove. Sycamore does not sound like a native word. Out tree names are short - ash, elm, oak, beech, birch - I have read some things about PIE (proto indoEuropean language) that goes into those words - they are as ancient as speech itself. I wonder if words for non native trees have a pattern like this. And then I thought about all the European words for 'tree' and wondered why they are all different. Perhaps tree is a word that is later - used to combine things that we would have named individually rather than lumped together.

The sun rises late and reluctantly these mornings before midwinter. Walking our dog in the dark is not fun but the lights on the trees already up and decorated on people's porches and in their sitting rooms gladden my heart and quicken my steps - as they would have done to anyone walking a dark path, no matter when.

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