Part of my ancestor work involves
being present in the world now. I honor and remember my ancestors. Someday I
will be a part of that ancestral energy. I know this. I think about how I want
those who come after will think about how we left the world for them. And I try
to spread joy and peace and kindness. I try to make that who I am in the world
today.
We spend our lives trying to find
ourselves, trying to find our place, trying to find a way to be of use. Or we
spend our lives just trying to survive. We are each a strand on the larger web,
and there are crossroads where our paths converge. It is when we open ourselves
to these moments that we build layers to the web. We become the web. We see our
interconnectedness. We see and we are seen.
This past weekend I attended the
New York Faerie Festival in Ouaquaga, NY, a place of play where Renaissance
Faire meets Fae and other world beings like goblins, dryads, mermaids, trolls,
fauns, elves, unicorns, dragons, and fairies- both local and visiting- are
interspersed with human travelers. All meet in a sprawling wood along a creek.
It’s a place thick with magic, whatever that means to you.
One of my favorite encounters over
the weekend was with Mother Crane, her arms laden with brightly-colored papers
as she walked around, engaging passersby. I found her reading a poem for
another guest and waited my turn. When it came, she looked at me a moment, then
down to her papers. With a quick nod of her head she plucked one out.
It was perfect. It encapsulated the
sweetness of what summer means to me. Taking a breath in, Mother Crane looked
me in the eye and began to read the words of Wendell Berry:
The cherries turn
ripe, ripe,
and the birds come:
red-headed
and red-bellied
woodpeckers,
blue jays, cedar
waxwings,
robins—beautiful, hungry,
wild
in our domestic tree.
I pick
with the birds,
gathering the red
cherries alight among
the dark
leaves, my hands so
sticky
with juice the fruit
will hardly
drop from them into
the pail.
The birds pick as I
pick, all
of us delighted in
the weighty heights
--the fruit red ripe,
the green leaves,
the blue sky and
white clouds,
all tending to
flight—making
the most of this
sweetness against
the time when there
will be none.
Enjoy the summer. Enjoy the sun. Take
in the brightness. Remember the light in the darkness. Become the light. Be a
beacon of light during darker times. May that light birth joy. May the world be
a brighter place because you were part of it. May we all walk towards peace and
togetherness.
Thank you. Monday was hard, not just in the post-show withdrawal way, and I needed this more than you know. I will remember the joy. I will remember the light. Thank you.
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