Paths Crossed: Ghost Forests
...and astral awe in the face of collective grief.
I am just one of all, interconnected on the planet with all beings, grappling with the truly insidious side of our humanity. I don’t have anything to add to what you already know is at hand, in your hearts, in our history, and in our future. But what we focus on grows.
Thank you to those in community in Minneapolis—look what you did by banding together, being out there, filming from every angle so that facts remain facts, irrefutable. We all have a part, even if it seems like a drop in the bucket. It adds up, as Pete affirms articulately. Thank you to those in my Berlin world, who always reach out—you have been here before, and us little kids turned adults never have to imagine ‘how could this happen.’ Thank you to all my Black and Brown and Indigenous friends. You have always known, there is no incredulity—this has never not been here. Whether it goes to ground or not, it is in the fabric, in the DNA of the U.S.
So as you are out there doing the good stuff, likely exhausted but with hearts remaining open, I am sending you some photographic beauty from the more-than-human world out here in Oregon. Moments of wonder from my wanderings. This week included:
a ghost forest (what? I get to be alive, lashed by the tides, and communing with buried-then-unearthed trees, those which have witnessed 2,000 years of life?);
a moon dog (I gasped as I stepped out of my car, the halo of light above me a blanketing beacon that I cannot even describe versus feel);
the northern lights (thanks to a loved one who told me they might be visible here, and to an exhilarating/slight scary solo mission into the dark of the dune at 1 a.m., the stars truly twinkling brighter than I think I’ve ever yet seen in my aliveness.
Love from me and the stars—even when they aren’t visible, they are there.
Aurora sightings are otherworldly, aren’t they? 💜