I’ve lived in my present location for about fifteen years. Not far away is an avenue of trees. I’d mentally assigned them to the BnJ classification of ‘public trees’.
These are nondescript, big green things that are just there in rows in public places. A bit like magnolia paint is used for interiors – it’s there but you forget it’s there because it makes little impact. Now that’s not strictly true of these trees because they are big buggers being of the mature variety. Those Victorians knew how to do municipal planting. Anyway, before this post gets even more wooden [I know] I’ll geddonwithit. For the first time ever I’ve noticed that the trees are flowering. I noticed this because I went for a walk the other night, passed underneath them and was engulfed in the most beautiful, subtle perfume. I couldn’t work out where it was coming from as the flowers are very subtle too. But the more I looked the more I could see masses of flowers stretching way up to the sky – all giving off the most divine smell. The longer I live, the more I realise how subtle the natural world is and how it takes gentle appreciation to understand it. How many layers there are to be uncovered in the simplest of situations. How we can miss things no matter how often we see them. How stopping still for a while, pausing, can reveal things to you that are very special. I think that principle works in all kinds of ways.
Do you believe?
“The stress of the terror attacks on the US in 2001 changed the way many Americans viewed the world, and…left the population open to tricks of belief manipulation. A recent survey, for example, found that more than half of Americans thought Iraqis were involved in the attacks, despite the fact that nobody had come out and said it.”
Interesting reading on how our beliefs influence what we do. Having leisure time gives us more thinking space. No wonder blogging has taken hold.
Earth calling Google
Birdy linked to Google Earth. I went there to try it but they’ve shut shop for now. It looks amazing. Watch this space. One day soon you’ll be able to googlezoom in to your neighbour’s eyeballs even when he’s on holiday in Ulan Bator then videoconference with him to show him the houseplant you killed in his absence.
Be gone to sheol oh troll of greed
More familial evilbile from my deranged relative today. I’m only blogging it to give some objectivity to the situation. If I send it out there onto the web it’ll get dissipated and take it’s rightful infinitesimal significance with all the other crap floating around. Hopefully some of the crap will flow back in her direction real soon. Not that I’m bitter you understand. I’m lovely, you don’t have to tell me..
I may remove this bit when I’ve calmed down. Or I may not.