WRITEON FOR MAY 25, 2022
If you had been standing at the garbage bin outside our home in Tacoma, Washington on the 18th of May 1980 you would have seen what I saw! Mt. St. Helen’s blew her top! Down the Cascade range from us and on such a clear day, the ash rising in the sky and then a mushroom cloud…she had been predicted to blow but one was never sure as there are inactive volcanoes all over. Maybe it was not the mountain I remember thinking…maybe IT was an attack (as Puget Sound has many submarines and the like) …this is what it would look like. Sent a shiver down my back. Some few days later I drove east over the mountains to Spokane and was ash all the way…I got out and bottled some and it was like baby’s powder…and it stuck to everything. Some months later I flew down to Los Angeles to give a retreat…the pilot generously flew the lowest he could over the mountain, her face wounded and barren, and there in the river were trees upon trees looking like toothpicks. He had to be careful though as there was still ash in the atmosphere and it functioned just like sandpaper (at that speed) …didn’t want to wreck his plane!
I should have mentioned it last week so you could celebrate, but Monday of this week was TURTLE DAY!!!!! Now there are all sorts of turtles and some of you even (unkindly) shoot them in your ponds. I know they will eat the fish… Remember this?:
“And today the greatest Yertle, the Marvelous he, Is king of the Mud. That’s all he can see. And turtles of course…all the turtles are free As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.” (Dr. Suess).
I hope you had a wonderful Monday.
My heart weeps for families in Ukraine, Buffalo, California, and everywhere unbridled violence and racism continue to devastate our land and people. Even here in Millwood. Anguish fills so many homes, new resentments grow, new desires for revenge…and like the Ground Hog Day movie…round and around.
On the diversion side NBA play-offs…USFL some pretty good games, World Poker, Major League Fishing, WNBA is on a roll, and baseball… In his book ‘A Restless Spirit: the Story of Robert Frost’ NF Bober records this:
“When I (Robert Frost) was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I’d waste my life and be a pitcher. Later, they were afraid I’d waste my life and be a poet…They were right.”
Sometimes it is hard to decide what this ‘wasting of time’ actually is. Some will say it is the healthiest thing we can do, others on a projected path know if they don’t keep working like crazy, they’ll never get there…wherever that is! Writing my short stories might be considered a waste of time to some, but what about grown men and women playing children’s games like basketball and baseball…really? And getting paid a lot of $$$ for it. I go by this: nothing done in love is ever wasted. All things do go for good…even the most horrendous. Perhaps we forget that when people hurt one another so? Chatter fills the waves, like no one is paying attention and after each incident we hear the same pleas and conclusions. What about this?:
“King Miraz had been talking in the tiresome way that some grown-ups have, which makes it quite clear they are not really interested what you are saying.: (C.S. Lewis, PRINCE CASPIAN)