Listening To Cicadas

Listening to cicadas:

what I really hear is the low hum of patience, nature in its timely wisdom — listening to cicadas is to hear an aspect of life emerging from a seventeen year absence of notice. Yet all the while cicadas existed beneath us, active, a complete life underground until called to surface. They are an amazing creature, knowing exactly what to do for their survival, obeying a cyclical rule that calls to them alone. Every point of nature is full of such wonder.

this isn’t lost to us, we too are an aspect of nature, and we have our own inner call to follow — our technical advancements have caused us to believe that we are somehow separate from other points of life, that we are removed or stand above nature as a whole. But this technical drive is simply part of our nature, from harnessing fire, to the urge of drawing the days hunt against a cave’s wall, all the way to cellphones and an essay on cicadas — everything belongs, it’s an expression of who we really are.

yet sometimes we forget.

listening to cicadas, and I am reminded of how ancient we are, that we date to the origin of earth, and further, that we’re composed of collapsed star particles, made of the very essence of the cosmos. We are kin to earth and sky. Nature waits for us to remember, ever patient, trusting in this one, innate wisdom within all of life.