Imagination...

 “You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver

    Oliver writes "the world offers itself to your imagination,".  Perhaps this pandemic is an invitation to imagination. So much is so different now. Very little is "same old, same old." This is an invitation to creativity born out of necessity but also an opportunity for imagination. Perhaps rather than neurotically wishing things were as before we could ponder the new possibilities in this changed world. What is "our place in the family of things?"

       Lightening and thunder today brought us .2" rain...better than nothing but more is needed. Stress on the corn is now visible. Hillsides and places with light soil reveal corn struggling. The stalks are shorter, lower leaves are brown and yields will be reduced.  Beans hide the stress and have more capacity to wait for moisture. Pastures and lawns are turning brown.

Takk for alt,

Al