Expansion and Contraction

I've been doing both. Every breath, every step, every night and day, the cycles turn. Cycles of turning- my spinning wheel, swirling galaxies, atomic orbits, at every level the round and round preserves the illusion of persistence.

 

The last year for me is surely one of contraction, withdrawing into the dark cave of my own thoughts and experience. Here in the darkest moment of the solar and lunar cycle, I offer up the treasure I have found. No experience is without value, and the darker it is, the faster we may learn from it.

 

We can perceive as few as one single photon of light! And when is that photon the most meaningful? When we are most beset by darkness, of course.

 

So I shall not allude to specifics, such as particular foxes in particular henhouses, or orange elephants in the living room, or planets on fire, because specifics always change. The overall pattern is the cycles.

 

You are indestructible. You that you really are. The rest...good and bad...passes. Waiting is. Even this is not inaction or apathy necessarily. 

Sometimes merely standing. 

Firm. 

Is all we can do, now, just for now.

 

The strongest trees do this. They know that to reach way on up to the warm sun, they need to send strong roots deep down into the cool dark.

 

The cycles do tend to persist. The deepest magic is set, like a gemstone seed, curled up in a shell, waiting for the moment to wake up. The dark times are when we can see the tiny things, the single photons, the spring loaded DNA scrolls, the little loves everywhere.

 

 

There is a vacant lot across the street where they tore down an old school. Next year they plan to build a YMCA in that space. The weeds that have sprung up there are so lovely with frost crystals. I take their pictures. 

 

I find a Kincaid lupine, a threatened species of local  wildflower, the host plant of the Fenders blue butterfly, a local species thought for decades to have gone extinct, but recently rediscovered in areas with this flower.. There could be Fenders' eggs on it right now...cool!

 

I wonder if this plants' seeds sat for years under the old school building, only to sprout up now to help bring back the blue butterflies?