Geologic Time

Human history. Evolutionary time. Geologic time. Cosmic time. What beauty has been created in these eras? The layers unfold before me when I look outside, when I dig underground, when I feel the weight of the misguided human layers that must be stripped and made right - reintegrated and born into something better. ⁣
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During this great time of movement for our family, every day packed to the brim building all aspects of our land and people business, I search for stillness. A part of me knows the stillness is inside but I yearn for still moments, perhaps even those with no sound. In that way, photos of the life we are building help me find that, even if the timing is delayed. Thoughts move through me like clouds through the sky, trying to grasp some understanding of how everything is temporary yet not. ⁣
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We have inherited a storyline on the new ranch (and quite a dramatic one as the locals can attest to) but despite the mounting immensity of jobs to be done, I do feel this is where we are supposed to be. I don’t want to participate in leaving anything other than a bounty for our collective grandchildren, and somehow the aging bones in my body feel connected to the old bones of this place. ⁣
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As big a bite as we have taken I know we will contribute a layer of beauty here. It will not be the grandeur that geologic time creates, but it will allow plants and animals their dance, it will keep us talking to our neighbors and the people we feed and make hundreds of decisions for in that process, and it will keep our lives moved by the beasts and the flowers as much as we move theirs. ⁣