I don’t celebrate the Christmas holiday but I get it. If not for the Christian overtones, Xmas would be a fucking hoot – all the bustle and bonhomie and glorification of tree worship and displays of light adding shine and wonder to the slow glimmer of a world welcoming the shift of the Earth’s axis towards the lengthening of the days (northern hemisphere, southern semi: you got Summer coming!!) — yeah, that’s a holiday I could get behind.
All this is just a run-up to the celebration of a brand spanking New Year for all of us to feel renewed and rejuvenated and born again (in a agan, non-blood-of-the-lamb way) and isn’t that a good thing?
While you are mapping out your desires for 2021, I thought I’d show you some polar bears that a Russian photographer found in an abandoned research station near the North Pole because, Dear Readers, who knows how much longer we may be able to share the Earth with these magnificent creatures who are so vulnerable to climate change?
Aside from polar bears, the animals that live in my dreams are wild horses and THIS is a dream come true:
I wanted to collect only sweeties and light to see out the year of 2021, but shit…politics still suck and we can’t afford to ignore it. But on the bright side, lookie here, it seems SOMEONE has got the Xmas spirit:
This bit of news DEFINITELY got ME in the Xmas spirit:
A few weeks ago I put this story up on my blog but for me, the main mystery was, “What the fuck is this guy doing in El Salvador???” I guess the answer is, “Catching a deadly completely preventable disease that the will die from.”
I agree (with above), so this gives me hope:
Yeah, we Americans live in a shit hole country right now, and we will have to be vigilant and active to make sure the Republicans don’t gain any ground in 2022, but let’s take a break from the bad news and remember what an excellent planet we all happen to be sharing together.
Here’s some random stuff that makes me delighted that I am an Earthling:
Interesting fact about our nearest star:
If you can’t read the fine print, it says: The Sun is extremely loud but we can’t hear it because sound doesn’t travel in the vacuum of space.
Interesting, but this is more relevant to my life:
Life on Earth, and how it’s filled with every day miracles:
Have a great weekend, everyone. I hope 2022 will be a year illuminated for you with love, and adventure, and stunning surprises and windfalls of good fortune and many, many moments of ordinary bliss when you realize you are alive and in your body and breathing on this wondrous, insignificant speck of dirt and ice and sea water on the outer edge of the Milky Way and it’s all a miracle and you’re a miracle, and there’s nothing you can do about it except be amazed and grateful.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, The Summer Day