Mira’s been poking around the yard and neighborhood as winter wanes and green buds erupt into her view from all directions. Her own energy is buoyed by sunlight, fresh breezes, foxes bouncing through the grass, and emerging nubbins of plant life.
On a recent walk she discovered a new Coffee Shop Goddess had popped up along with the daffodils.
In the changing ecosystems damaged by human recklessness Mira can’t help but see the undiscouraged force of pulsing life thrumming through branch and sprout against obstacles of nature, winds, rains, predators, infectious agents and yet for this brief time of new growth, everything is as unspoilt as a new born’s fragrant fuzzy forehead.
Fragility tossed to the maws of whatever will be.
Then she ponders, are we just one more natural obstacle, something for nature to work around as she has done for all preceding millennia of planetary existence?
Previous mass extinctions due to high CO2 atmospheric concentrations for varying reasons have caused temperatures to reach as high as 140 degrees Fahrenheit thereby severely redirecting the evolutionary march.
Apparently the current human inspired CO2 upswing unencumbered by much effort on our part to turn it are on target for another severe pruning of the genetic tree.
Occasionally Mira joins much hardier friends to work on trail building in their local Redwood Park and this damp day brought punishing heavy work in rain, through mud, and on steep slippery trails - just ahead of the pristine part of the trail pictured here.
She tried every job available such as carrying heavy rock uphill to mitigate a streamlet crossing the trail path, moving debris piles from the side of the trail, filming a tree falling, and eradicating invasive cotoneaster with steel like roots. The latter was the hardest job and had been assigned to the women as lighter duty.
Mira simply had to bow out before the end of the work session due to physical exhaustion. As she hiked the half hour back to her car (fortunately downhill) she came to appreciate that every footstep she took on the wide groomed trail through the ancient forest represented hours of human labor to make and maintain.
She can feel that in her bones and bows to the workers much tougher than she who toil to keep her hiking.
On Valentine's Day, the terrible shooting tragedy of students at school shocked us all, woke us up. Not because we'd never seen anything like it because sadly we have, over and over again.
But the students stood up, and with them Mira and everyone else did as well, saying "we are with you, you deserve much better than this - let's do something"
And along with the rest of the fresh growth, a movement to keep our children safe is springing up, lead by those very children.
It just happened that Krista Suh of pussy hat fame had visited Mira's town and encouraged the knitting of evil eye protective gloves to send to the March for Our Lives marchers ... so out came the knitting needles happy to follow that intention.
What does dancing have to do with Springtime other than coincidental timing? In Mira's calendar every season is dancing season but this one is birthing new possibilities that are arising from the turmoil preceding.
She loves the dance yet does not want to participate in the patriarchal regressive culture of Argentine Tango. She feels herself pulled toward the enlivening creative world of Tango as a form of expression to music of one's choice.