June 9, 2020
I’m continually, continually amazed and filled with wonder at spring. At springtime. And how dead, bare trees, dead landscape, ice and cold, magically transform into growth, color, flowers, leafing, reaching, swaying in the breeze outside my window. And I’m currently in my daughter’s place outside the city because they felt it was threatening there, with the disease. I’m at her place where I look out my window at an old tree, a horse chestnut. A knarled, amazing, sick old tree with big holes in it. Obviously damaged, obviously occupied by different animals. And just bare and hard and harsh against the sky, and now it has come to life again. And this thing of spring, a renaissance and coming back to life of everything in the sunshine is just so filled with wonder I could see where you could build religion around it, where you could have all kinds of special philosophical thoughts about it. It is truly wondrous and this old hunk of a bare skeleton all injured and old like me, suddenly has leaves and flowers, cones of multiple flowers that blossom gorgeously, unbelievably unreal, and now they have even sent off all their petals. The petals have all come down, and the greenery is just enveloping and the tree is young and healthy, and it’s just totally spiritual and amazing. So I’m grateful, I’m grateful, I’m sorry to miss being home in New York City, but I’m grateful to be able to see this and to make friends with a tree like that.
Not only trees. The whole idea of what is the life. Why out of concrete sidewalks little chutes spring up between the cracks. How out of nowhere, insects appear from some mysterious plumbing, we don’t even know from where they come, but life just seems to spring out and grow and flourish until we fight it, we fight it actually, some of it. But the whole idea of what is life? Where did this vitality come from? Where does this drive to grow and flourish in all kinds of shapes and forms is truly amazing, magical amazing, and you could build religions around it. And do, we do.
I think there’s this tremendous drive to live and to grow and where it comes from, it’s certainly something we speculate, I speculate about a lot. It’s awesome.
I did try to spend a lot of time in parks in New York City. I did and I raised four children taking them to the park. They all grew up in the same residence across the street from Riverside Park. Lovely. They’ve run away from me into traffic, all kinds of things, fallen off the bars but, and their next generation are very involved with growing things! I have two granddaughters who are very much involved in recycling, composting, saving remnants of food, instead of putting them in the garbage. Building Gardens and and food supplies for big city and rural and impossible places in Peru, where people live half the year on water and the other half on mud. This drive everywhere for things to want to live and to grow in the most improbable ways, is awesome.