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Sunday, 5 April 2009

April, April...

April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!

William Watson's poem so captures the season - the season that has been much the same for centuries in spite of the global warming myth!
Compared to the span of history, my life has been pretty short but I know that the weather, when I was a child, was pretty similar to what it is now. There were warm winters and cold summers. Reading back through the journals of peoples of the past, Queen Victoria wrote of 'unseasonably warm' winters, and cold summers, and centuries before her, people recorded the same apparently drastic weather when it was suddenly hot in December. Gloucester, for example, the place where the relatively recent floods were put down to global warming, was known to flood so often that centuries ago, the rhyme about "Dr. Foster went to Gloucester in the pouring rain..." was written.

Is there anything more arrogant than the idea that Man is bigger than Nature? (When you plant a tiny little seed and it suddenly becomes alive, it fills you with such wonder that you know that a greater hand is at work). It's rather like the idea that Man can somehow offend God - that Man is responsible for everything - the the Sun revolves around the Earth and we are the centre of the universe! Oh, how we need to get real about that! Man - or rather the Ego of humanity - who lives in some speck of the Universe, has so short a span of life on this planet, and yet grows grandiose ideas about his ability to offend Life Itself, is surely the child within us who failed to grow up. At the same time, the ultimate dignity of each person becomes clearer when we see our true place in all that is.

It seems that now, as the institutions collapse and all the things by which people have been bound through centuries show themselves to be meaningless, people are returning to our roots. So many people are cultivating gardens for growing vegetables; moving from, or being forced out of the coma of the virtual world of plastic money and returning to reality - a reality that is surely free from the notion that we are somehow dependent on equally frail beings to tell us what is so or not so. We need no cult; we need no violence or anger or someone to tell us what is good for us.

Ordinary people get on with their lives and blend into the reality that 'little man' cannot destroy or control.

And April laughs her girlish laughter so beautifully and weeps her girlish tears in the same hour! Times and seasons...all is surely in greater hands than those of little grasping fists!

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