A Classic Post. There's much I want to write about the election, but I don't want to jinx anything and I don't want a bunch of assholes peeing on top of stuff that is deeply personal for me and other people. I'm tired of all the peeing. So here is my classic post. I'll be back next week with something new. :)
you ever think to yourself, what would the caveman me be thinking about
right now? Or what would the Native Americans who occupied this space
be thinking? I do that sometimes when Kizzie and I sit outside on the
porch, especially on the really cold days like we've been having lately.
of the time it has to do with the weather. One of the things I like
most at this time of year is how profoundly quiet it gets at sunset and
on into the night. All the yard working sounds go away. It's cold, so
there aren't many people out. The colder it gets, the more peaceful the
earth seems to become.
last night I was thinking about how, each frigid fall, the threats
changed for our ancestors who lived on the land changed. Bugs are gone.
Bears go into hibernation. And while there may be fewer threats from
them, if you didn't ferret away enough food and wood, and if you don't
have adequate shelter, the threat of the weather takes center stage. At
least it does in places where it freezes or gets cold.
there's still plenty of fish and game to catch, the hunters and
gatherers probably moved on to other tasks in winter. For them, the cold
months brought on a different vibe, just as it is for us today. But
with our heated homes, winter-ready cars and grocery stores full of
food, you'd think that vibe wouldn't be as profound for us. Really, for
us, it's just colder.
that's the interesting thing. Because I certainly feel the change of
seasons on a deep level...deeper than the temperature sensors on my skin
can feel. It goes beyond that. And, of course, each season also has its
particular scent and sounds. But it feels to me like it's something
beyond the sensory conditioning of 50 years of seasonal changes. It
feels almost cellular...like I'm conjuring the cellular memories of all
those whose DNA went into making my DNA, or like I'm experiencing some
sort of encoded legacy, whether it has to do with genetics or not.
you think about it, DNA splits and is combined with other DNA each
generation. But the DNA we all have in common—the DNA that makes us
human—has been carried forth and refined since man's beginnings. Which
doesn't mean we share early man's thoughts or feelings, necessarily, but
we are, of course, built like them. So the feel of cold air upon the
skin and inhaled through the nose, evoked thoughts and memories within
them, just as it does us. And the wiring of the different kinds of
thoughts it evokes and the different parts of the brain things go to is
time I was down by the river, thinking these things I think, and it was
as if a young Indian woman appeared before me, washing clothes on the
stones. Not like a ghost, really, but in my mind's eye...in a way that
it was like I was seeing both through her eyes and mine. I don't know if
I conjured it or "remembered" it. But, for a moment, everything about
what she was doing and how warm a day it was...everything about her
washing seemed so real to me.
So many things are carried in our DNA, all the way down to "defects" that may run through our families. Legitimate news sources
say that meditation can change the way our DNA is expressed within us.
Of course, we know it changes over the course of millennia based on
things like where you live...in that people who live near the equator
adapted to their environment by evolving darker hair and skin and those
living in the northern climes evolved lighter hair and skin, based on
the need to protect themselves from exposure to the sun.
the information carried in DNA is not just a cold, mechanical order
that must be fulfilled by the body, it's more of a structured
conversation that evolves (or doesn't) over time. And each of us is made
up of those conversations—conversations that cause mutations or turn
recessive traits off and on—each strand bearing a sort of family tree.
And, I guess I get a bit fascinated with what else may be recorded,
whether in that code or within our humanity. So on a night when the
breeze evokes some vague sensory memory in me, I tend to wonder whether
it's my memory being evoked or some ancient bit of history shared by me
and my ancestors...or by all of mankind...in a moment of timeless