...fungi the next

I had gone into the wood to see Kairos. I don't think I will try to ID these.

This is (obviously) not a fungus. I think the baby pigeon may have pecked his way neatly out of this egg, rather than the egg having been predated.

As for Kairos, a deep conversation ensued:

The roots hear and the roots call- seeking and alerting underground. The chemistry, the electricity, and the sound- we all use all we can.

And the moment is all. In this moment I do not think back to what was or wish things happened otherwise. I deal with this moment and the efflorescence of the past, leaning into the now, is memory and the efflorescence tending toward the future is in the now. It is all here, not there.

There is no imaginary otherwise, or other place. It is here, now. Now I seek. Now I seek toward the sound of water moving in the soil. The past is with me as I seek not as memory but as instantiated in the action of now. It is about the acting now, not the thought.

The wind blows and twig ends are battered by contact with my neighbour, and so I grow another way when I grow. It is not a magical consideration about the future and the past, or my feelings or my thoughts- it's the action that is possible now.

It is not like billiard balls, cause and effect. Or it is, but the effect is enriched by so many other causes as the past comes alive in the moment of now. You can reduce it all to complex causes and simple effects, or you can say instead that I act with the past and the future here now contained in my action. And that is to be alive, not to be a robot. And I am alive.

But how is it different?

The difference is everything.

What?

Life is the gift of the earth. Life is the earth breathing. Life is the earth heaving into parturition. Life is the earth creating. Life is the earth exploring and playing and joking. Life is the earth made mortal. Life is the earth transformed from permanence into transience. Life is the earth transformed from stone to flesh. Life is the Earth communicating with itself. Life is the thoughts and imagination of the earth against which no thoughts or imagination deserve to be compared. Life is the static point made into a spiral of being. Life is matter in a state of grace. Life is the gift of the earth to herself. And life begets variety and diversity and difference- always. It veers always from sameness to difference. Life is what gives meaning to oneness, and the meaning of the oneness is its multifariousness. More meaning? You want more- revere that which distinguishes beyond that which clumps. But know too that we all only survive or perish together.