Under the world's conifers--under the creekside cedar behind where I sit--a mantle of fungus wraps the soil in a weft, shooting out blind thread after frail thread of palest dissolved white. From root tip to root tip, root hair to root hair, these filaments loop and wind; the thought of them always reminds me of Rimbaud's "I have stretched cords from steeple to steeple, garlands from window to window, chains of gold from star to star, and I dance." King David leaped and danced naked before the ark of the Lord in a barren desert. Here the very looped soil is an intricate throng of praise. Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
Dillard is all about praise. She praises God for the whole universe, from the roots in the ground to cosmic dust expanding through the cosmos. Everything is an opportunity to dance like King David, shake your booty before the ark of the Lord. It's all a matter of connecting the dots, seeing the picture that emerges, and then celebrating.
Greetings from the Boyne Mountain Resort. It's been a day of travel and reunion. The sun was shining, sky so blue it hurt the eyes. When we stopped at a rest area, my son went wading in Lake Michigan. When we were walking up from the beach, a lady who'd been watching him in the water said to me, "That reminded me of when I was a little girl on a trip with my dad."
We picked up our daughter in Gaylord, Michigan. She's been on a trip all week with a friend's family. There was a water park, a bowling alley, an arcade. She went to a music museum and learned what a real nickelodeon was (not the cable kids' channel, but a nickel jukebox). Yet, when she was sitting next to me having lunch, she said, "I was like homesick on Tuesday." She missed us. Amazing.
We are in a condo right now that has a private hot tub. We went water parking tonight, and then we just walked around. My daughter got thirsty, so I went up to little outdoor bar and asked if I could have a cup of water. He didn't have cups of water, but he reached into his refrigerator and took out a bottled water. I shook my head and said, "I don't have money to pay for that." The bartender smiled and said, "Naw, man. Don't worry about it. Have a great night."
Are you getting the picture? I encountered moments of grace all day long.
So Saint Marty is dancing tonight, shaking it for all the day's goodness.