And Now, Our Moments of Zen

One of the many things we love about Jon Stewart is that he ends his show with a "moment of zen." Such a great idea, one that we've incorporated into our lives, almost every time we go outside and take a look around.
It's wasn't so much this small bunny we saw on the way to mailbox, which in and of itself was as sweet and unassuming as all bunnies moments are, but it was the sky reflected in the bunny's eye, and upon a closer look in Photoshop, Roger and me there too.
It wasn't so much the bolted lettuce that should have been pulled weeks ago, long after the leaves were too bitter for the salads, but it was the hidden junco nest Roger found at the base of the lettuce plants when he went to pull them, and the innocence of three tiny eggs.
It's wasn't so much about going outside to photograph the bolted lettuce and the straw mulch that we spread around a bit to fool the raccoons and crows, but it was the osprey that sailed quietly over the garden, the lettuce, the nest, heading east to the bay.

It was Roger catching the raccoon "red-handed" on top of the very heavy flat rock that creates the waterfall in our litte pond, after finding it crashed down into the pond three times, and replacing it three times. Do you think the raccoon did it, we had asked each other?

It was yesterday's New York Times editorial calling for the US withdrawal from Iraq, and Frank Rich's op ed calling Bush "A Profile in Cowardice." Ah moments of zen shared with many readers around the world.

It was the real estate agent coming into to the house the other day, walking through the front door into the living room, looking around and saying, "Very zen."

Yes.

Have you had any moments of zen lately?

Tidbits of the First Days of Summer

The sun finally came out. Three days of it. Every bud, leaf, blade, and flower relaxed and drank it in. We've been out weeding, whacking, mowing, and clipping. Almost nothing is safe from our wild ministrations to tame the place.
All day long the swallow chicks chirp and cheep from inside the nest boxes. That, more than anything else, is the sound we hear when we are outside, and even inside when the windows are open. They are alternately demanding and satisfied, over and over they tell us their story. Their parents fly in and out, in and out feeding them on the hapless insects that have been enticed out by the sun.
We did get to take a long minus-tide walk on Tuesday. A four-mile loop around and through Fort Worden. It was the kind of day with a double halo around the sun and ospreys flying straight out over the water looking for food. We know in many ways it doesn't get any better than this.
But we also know it gets much worse. We watched Michael Moore's Sicko. It is such a profoundly good documentary that it takes my breath away. It makes me more ashamed of our country than I was before, and I was already pretty damned ashamed. It is a stunning look at our health care system and shows indisputably that the insurance industry exists to take our premiums and work tirelessly to give the very least in return. The entire system is geared toward denying benefits, with a shitload of employees who spend their time poring over records to find a single thread to thwart a claim. How can this possibly be a definition of health care? That we live in fear of illness, not because of its toll on our bodies, but because of the expense?
Moore goes to Canada, England, and France to talk to people about their experience with health care. Everyone he speaks with seems quite content with their national systems. No matter what, they don't really ever have to worry. Imagine that--No worries, and for less money than we spend.

Isn't it time for a revolution in this country? What will it take to get us off of our butts and out into the streets? What?

IT'S GOOD PLANETS WEEKEND!!

Hey, don't forget to send your Good Planets photos to susannah AT dccnet DOT com. The theme for this weekend is fragility and durability. Please send your beautiful photos by Friday.

Thanks everyone, and have a great weekend.