Our Forefathers, The Lord’s Beasts

Writing today on scripture:

Remove not the ancient landmarks which thy fathers have set.”

Proverbs 22:28

The ancient landmarks set down by our forefathers are more than the works of men: they are the landmarks of the Lord’s beasts of beauty and majesty, of His designed purpose in this shining world. Their presence among us should be most welcome in love and their way protected so that they will continue to visit us. The Lord’s beasts are themselves among our forefathers, who preceded us in the habitation of all lands.

Tracking Notes

Applodontia rufa/em> has poor eyesight and she’s the size of a gluten-free loaf of bread. Our comparing her to our agricultural inventions is more the comedy of our pleasure in observing her strangeness. Applodontia rufa has a foot-track like Castor, but smaller, and away from a water source.

The difference between Gopher and Mole: gophers make a fan-shaped mound. There are no gophers on Linne Doran. A mole’s track: the ground is lifted up.

In general, Lagomorph scat is more round, whereas Deer’s is more bean-like, mostly. Rabbit poo color changes from fresh to old scat: green, black, brown.

Flying Squirrels dig to feed on Truffle Mushrooms. There are here on Linne Doran.

Rotten stumps, nurse logs littered with Douglas Fir cone flakes: these are signs of Douglas Squirrel. A Midden is a home and base cache of food for squirrels.

Beaver scat is like sawdust on land. They mostly poop in the water and are carriers of giardiasis. Scat sign doesn’t change much over the seasons.

Laughing in Mountains

 

 

Beloved, Beloved,

come out from within things,

as you look out from within things,

from the eyes of your creatures,

from the spark of creation

as from the inside of a tree

there comes fire.

Come down, o love Divine,

and complete my half-written words

for your glory, my love,

for your beauty, my love,

so that all creatures

may seek you and know you.

Most beautiful!

The One who is love incarnate!

Follow my heartbeat, as I follow yours,

tracking your footsteps in the land.

My face, sometimes it is sorrowful.

If you may look upon me in love,

even in these times,

not turning your sun from me

even in these times,

then surely not a sparrow falls

without your swooping down

on mother-bird wings

to comfort and carry

each home.

You lead me

through vine thickets and brambles

to see the great stag leap

from his cavern!

Most beautiful Lord,

friend of plants, laughing in mountains,

draw from my mouth the good words

for hearts sorely in want of you.

 

 

 

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The Visitation

There has been a visitation here;

what creature’s tracks of forefoot and rear

are present, signed their name into the sand?

What perfect pressure of heel pad or tiny hand

has loped or softly crawled or slithered,

out of skins of other lifetimes withered?

Into places that I cannot go, they go:

the spirits of the world in fur,

my familiars of the Maker– Her

imprint kissed the quiet ground

for hominids like me to know;

perceiving shapes and hearing sound,

a story of the living world below.

 

 

 

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