Speaking Words of Wonder
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch Dressing, the world is ending. Like it’s done so many times before. In the post-historical often hysterical hyper-vigilant world of now, where we do our best to speak words of wonder whenever possible. Now, we can still drive out to the wide-open countryside. Knock, knock. Who’s there? Someone who cares. The one who envisions the adventures ahead, when what’s primary and clear comes to mind. Meanwhile, the ravens are talking together in the deep woods and the owls are chittering in the treetops. And the world is beginning, like it always does. We’re remaking ourselves from the inside-out. The only way its ever happened. Remembering the truths our bodies carry inside ourselves. Knowing what needs to be known. We’ve remade the planet with technology, plastic, and lies. And it’s made us into agitated and distracted beings who long to be the light beings within our skins. We’re expanding if we want to, asking better questions as we were always meant to do. So why not now, we ask, as we roll past cows, deer, pastures, the tallest trees we’ve ever seen growing in our own backyard. Planting the seeds to grow a joyful heart doesn’t happen by random occurrence.