I clearly remember the old soap opera, As the World Turns, on black and white television, in part because my mom, much to her horror, got hooked on it. It is easy to get hooked on such a simple portrayal of life—as is being demonstrated in the news more recently.
While the Grand Old Party meets in Cleveland (I’ll leave it at that) and people die in the streets around the world and many of us live in fear, much of the rest of the non-human life on our planet continues simply to live, as best it can given our presence. A long walk in Maple Corner today clearly reminded me of this fact.
And rocks of all shapes and sizes, some connected to the liquid insides of our planet and all hundreds of thousands of years old and not caring a twit about all the political bombast. I love rocks whose beauty rivals nearly anything I can imagine.
The humans of Maple Corner are, I believe, for the most part doing well and doing at least their part to create peace on Earth for all of us. Of course there are troubles and trials, growing pains and illness and death; in short all those things that are part of life. But there is a balance here, more with the day-to-day realities of mud season and long winters and people you see walking or at the store rather daily “news.”
I found a leaf that did bring real pause in a way that even the presidential race can’t: days are shortening and though we are in the warmest part of the summer, it won’t be long until, you know, Fall and then Winter (and then the inauguration of a new President). And so the world keeps on turning—as do the leaves.