Even when the winter sky is black and cold, the robins sing.
It is not, of course, the darkest night of my soul. There have been darker times. Or, at least, times when much more has been wrong.
Really, there's nothing wrong. I am so fortunate and I am absolutely fine.
But it is hard to raise enthusiasm for almost anything. I just do it - trying the new camera, trying some sketching, trying at work, trying at exercise, try try try and I might just succeed and feel that something fills the time.
I think that a lot of what upsets me is human narcissism.
How we can go on with business as usual when the alarm bells have been ringing for half a century. When the other species are suffering. When the webs of life are falling apart.
I know that "nature" will be fine in the end. Whoever and whatever dies, there will be life again. But why should everything else die for our stupidity?
And dying isn't so much the issue. Nick Hunt explains in Outlandish how old forests complexify life and death... everything is in the process of becoming the other. That's fine. Death is fine. But the death that seeds no new life? The death that seeds more death? That is what we are. The spanner in the life and death wheel. Our life, their death... and ultimately, our death too.
God, I am SUCH a misery.
I'll get my coat.
That is a hauntingly beautiful film of Bobbit (I assume it's Bobbit). Do you think he started singing when he realized you were close by? I wonder when he went to sleep (I assume he slept at some point). I don't know why humans are being so stupid and suicidal about the web of life which is so elegant and so marvellous Whatever the reasons we are now in the thick of the destructions and the ending of so much. I feel like a very small speck in all of this. But yes, we still get to play our roles as best as we can.
That is such a special night video -- the singing and the moon. xx