Meandering Mind

Returned to summer home, only two weeks left.

A natural place deeply touched by us.

The moonscape centers the park, yet heat prevents our missions to it.

The craters will slowly fill in a rain, and trickle down into the next pool and then the next pool and then the next pool and then the falls to the creek.

We see the seldom seen, and I remember seeing before and the containment of weeks within this place.

Back and forth from end to end.

What to do is the question of eternity.

What will I make? What will I manage to change? How best to do it?

I think of the future, of the past, of the now. Where do the paths lead?

I don't know yet, maybe I will not know. I hope for inspiration to strike as lightning would.

I enjoy creating, thinking, questioning why?, looking at how we interact with our world, being outdoors.

Are we doomed to fall? Have we blinded ourselves from seeing our true world by technologies siren call? Can industrialization coexist with the world environment?
The only way to make something is to break something else, that's the law.

Change is slow as can be, but the world turns rapidly. The sun may be 93 million miles away, but it keeps on beaming down.

Are our brakes shot? Only time will tell, time and the collective will of 7,8,9 billion people to stop using and buying and start changing.

No one wants to be without their carefully cultivated creature comforts and their bright, self affirming screens.

I remain worried that we are playing god without omniscience, that we are taking more than we can give, that we are digging our hole deeper with the only assurance being the god given right to the earth. What happens when god turns off the oil?