Pogue,

I wrote last week about the music that pervades the universe and how so very many have no awareness of its existence. And, as is usually the way, having put that out other similar thoughts and ideas returned to me. Synchronicity, don’t you just love it!

So I came across a quote from a Native American leader written many years ago wherein he spoke of how the trees speak, to each other and, to those who know how to listen, to people. Real Lord of the Rings stuff. And he, with a tone of sadness I’m thinking, stated how few people knew how to listen or even realised there was a conversation to be had. How much poorer the world is for that. Basically what I said about the music that’s out there.

This all adds to the question: “How much is going on around us that we miss or even have no awareness of?” I love the writing of Thoreau who set forth to explore the things that others so easily dismiss, writing:

We can never have enough of Nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and Titanic features…We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.

Walden

I find myself drawn to such perceptive, maybe mystical, people. Those who see a whole arena of life and happenings that elude most. Indeed, remain unknown to many for the entirety of their life’s journey. The world is a richer place than the majority yet know.

Have you read D.H.Lawrence? Someone once declared that no one should see so deeply into the human condition as Lawrence did. Alas, I’ve lost the quote. But I read Lawrence often and some novels more than once (even more than twice😳) because here was a person, troubled as he was, who heard a deeper conversation woven through life. Here was a person who heard the trees:

He sat for long hours among the cypress trees of Tuscany. And never had any trees seemed so like ghosts, like soft, strange, pregnant presences. He lay and watched tall cypresses breathing and communicating, faintly moving and as it were walking in the small wind. And his soul seemed to leave him and to go far away, far back, perhaps, to where life was all different and time passed otherwise than time passes now…(m)uch that is life has passed away from men, leaving us all mere bits…(g)reat life-realities gone into the darkness. But the cypresses commemorate.

Aaron’s Rod

I could write you a long letter today but this is a Monday Musing and as such should be just a thought. If you take anything from this Musing take the knowledge that the world is richer and deeper than the mass will ever know. Than the learned person will realise. Why? Maybe because it is found in the supposedly simple things that are cast aside. But they are the things of true and lasting value. As the Bard wrote:

There are more things on Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

Yours, patiently waiting for the magic to begin,

Wic