[Oe List ...] Earthrise at 80

[Nancy Trask]

Thanks for the birthday witness, John, very helpful to me these days.

Nancy Trask
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From: John Epps via OE <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net>
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Subject: [Oe List ...] Earthrise at 80

*Earthrise at 80*

At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that
have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially
if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and
one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth:
*There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a
field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the
jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the
edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more
tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were
gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would
fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on
the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry
with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted*

At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing
with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an
example:

Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of
Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime,
their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the
slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a
yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring,
their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.

But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs
protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a
visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though
possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be
cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to
display its own message.


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There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have
stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.

Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention.
The strawberries are sweeter than ever.