The Fragrance of Hope

I wrote the following post a month ago but have had trouble posting since blogger.com improved themselves.

The fragrance of Spring is the smell of hope. I took my dog out for a walk two days ago. She has recovered from her near-death experience, thanks to acupuncture, and with the assistance of a sling and my support, is walking. On this occasion, she didn't have any goal for our walk except to inhale deeply and stand in the breeze letting all the perfumes of Spring pass her by. That was her goal on the same day I had Dr. Michele Dionne on the Virtual Concert.

Michele was talking about salt marshes and global warming. Altho they are the lungs of the earth's waters and being squeezed out by development on the one hand and rising sea levels on the other, she is optimistic that hurricanes will solve it all. Hurricanes will wipe away the coastal infrastructures and the grasses will return. Just wait.

It is like hoe the fires in Yellowstone gave rise to Disturbance Theory. That is, sometimes the slate needs to be wiped clean to all new growth. Of course, the caveat, is what or whom) gets destroyed in that process.So, ever since, as I inhale Spring along with my dog, I contemplate hope in the form of endless hurricanes. I suppose that is the significance of Shiva, the destroyer in Hindu thinking. Hard way to solve these problems