How to speak in words, on a luminous day like this when giant pirateship clouds invade and take the weightless silver sky without a fight? How to talk in ideas, when out of every curve of earth grow magic, beauty, mystery like crazy wild flowering plants, pre-empting our regularly scheduled careful garden plots and schemes? How to think, for any reason whatever reason, when Life sings open possibilities of feeling and sense and being?
I only want to record one detail of this day, though there are many others I could speak of. This morning I attended a workshop at the Ecoversity on Soil Building. An involved and a prosaic activity, on 2 hours' sleep, to be sure. But a fascinating one. It made me realize that the only reason I hated science classes all through school was just that I couldn't relate them to anything at all in the real, working world. But this: this is science that we need, right here and now. And it's beautiful stuff. This is about saving our water, growing our food (filling it with flavor, even), about protecting the life of our home and the creatures we share it with.
But I'm too much afloat on these clouds and this Life of now to talk at any length of humic substances, mycorrhizae, saphrophytic organisms, or even the wonderful measuring term of "resonance time" (all these words would make great poems, actually...) So, only to repeat this one detail, just because it fits so wonderfully and oddly with all the sense and non-sense that is afoot:
On the subject of bacteria, and their role in our everyday world: A study was made of the hands of 100 people. It was found that on all these hands was carried a total of 4,000 species of bacteria. And that only 17% of those 4,000 life forms were found to reside on _both_ the left and right hands at once...
I have NO IDEA what this means. But it's just the coolest, weirdest thing I've heard all day. That I can repeat, in language, in written words, anyway...
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