Saturday, July 26, 2008
My story about Rose Mountain would not be complete without introducing you to the blue bug. I am not a buggy person, but I did like this bug. He reminded me of a beloved and be-angeled cat in my past, not in appearance of course, but in the ways these bugs showed up. About the size of a June bug, but more like a lady bug in behavior, they came in shades of blue-gray to blue-green and seemed to like people. They frequently landed on shirts and crawled about, before leaving just as softly as they came. Once as I was writing, one crawled across my notebook, halting my pen. This is what reminded me of my cat, the way he nudged his way into my attention by unceremoniously sitting down in the middle of the page. The Rose mountain blue bug--another new acquaintance.
For the Love of It...
...the sage sees heaven reflected in Nature as in a mirror, and he pursues this Art, not for the sake of gold or silver, but for the love of the knowledge which it reveals.