If there were ever any doubt in your mind that the 'medium is the message,' consider the air right now in snowbird Arizona. We have been experiencing a couple quiet miracles lately. But even somebody who isn't a standard tourist/snowbird must make an effort to appreciate them.
We have had some decent rains. A faint green 'lawn' is appearing across the desert.
That should take your breath away, right there! But if you need more...this morning there were small droplets of water flocculating on this green lawn. In some parts of the world they belittle this miracle by calling it 'dew'.
The air is moist. It feels so gentle against the skin. Do you know what if feels like for your skin -- the largest organ in the human body -- not to be at war with its environment!
These are small miracles in the desert. And then people want to show postcards of saguaros or palm trees against a red sunset. (aaarrgh!)
We have had some decent rains. A faint green 'lawn' is appearing across the desert.
That should take your breath away, right there! But if you need more...this morning there were small droplets of water flocculating on this green lawn. In some parts of the world they belittle this miracle by calling it 'dew'.
The air is moist. It feels so gentle against the skin. Do you know what if feels like for your skin -- the largest organ in the human body -- not to be at war with its environment!
These are small miracles in the desert. And then people want to show postcards of saguaros or palm trees against a red sunset. (aaarrgh!)
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What is more profound is that our human condition sees such beauty and can find itself in such awe at what is really nothing more than a reaction to temperature changes. In itself, entirely neutral. The pic of the mountain makes arise the reminder of why so many cultures have believed that mountains are the homes of the gods, somewhere up above the clouds. As a little kid, I would lie in the grass and try to focus my eyes to see God's throne somewhere up there way above the clouds. Never did see it, of course. Now I don't even look.
One of the strong advantages to living away from most things is the increased sense to stay in touch with such a sensation as the beauty of "dew."
George
"I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses"
"I washed my face in the morning dew, bathed my soul in the sun"