Flying Hands – 2/25/14
The world’s two most beautiful creatures, a giant moth and a giant firefly, are sharing my bungalow with me tonight. They are like flying hands.
How can I not want to be part of this?
I am honored to share earth with such gossamer wonders. Who could not want, at death, to return to the soil to be part of the smorgasbord of life that gives flight to fluttering marvels?
Yes, There is Rain – 2/27
Lightning takes center stage and thunder applauds. Droplets of life, like liquid manna, find their way from God’s sprinkler to the thirsty soil.
"Hip, hip, hooray," says Nature, but vey iz mir, it is not enough. Never enough. It’s been a decade since there was an above average rain, and averages don’t mean anything anymore. The global system is skewed and skewing, like a sinking ship that continues to pitch.
Still, there is more grass than last year. The rain they do get is ever more effective as the grazing plan works its wonder, healing what was an anemic ecosystem. The herd size is now larger as well, revealing once again the counter-intuitive outcomes of ruminants properly managed – even as the rain diminishes, animal numbers and grass cover increases.
This is the true manna, a gift of abundance when living in balance. Without factoring for restorative grazing – where livestock move with the density and frequency of wild herds – thus replicating their ecological role – the reams of rangeland studies that isolate variables in a reductionist model, are essentially meaningless. They reveal nothing about how grasslands are capable of responding to rain, nor their true potential for mitigating global warming.