EPISODE · Jun 11, 2018 · 8 MIN
Archetypal Earthworm
from fieldnotes62 · host fieldnotes62
Earthworm. Sunday, May 29, 2016. Laurel near the old train station. Eaten by a robin. A scene a child could have painted. It’s reassuring to have a purpose in this world. Tools for living. Do worms have a social life? What’s it like under there surrounded by all that dirt and dark and damp? Could a worm dream? Do they know another worm when they meet? In death the worm ascends. How did we become such strangers in this world? Have we gained anything in our forgetting? Less than 10 miles from here the remains of Thomas Alva Edison lay buried under a big stone slab- I wonder if the worms have gotten to him yet? Come walk down to the river’s edge with me; watch as the birch canoes slip away towards the marshes and the swamp. Climb alongside as we reach the mountain escarpment. We lay low in the sun on the warm rocks and look out over the valley. Beneath us a figure travels the road into town. At our backs a footpath cuts through the meadow and into the woods; offering the promise of refuge and renewal. The unseen falls awaiting our arrival. No need to hurry.
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Earthworm. Sunday, May 29, 2016. Laurel near the old train station. Eaten by a robin. A scene a child could have painted. It’s reassuring to have a purpose in this world. Tools for living. Do worms have a social life? What’s it like under there surrounded by all that dirt and dark and damp? Could a worm dream? Do they know another worm when they meet? In death the worm ascends. How did we become such strangers in this world? Have we gained anything in our forgetting? Less than 10 miles from here the remains of Thomas Alva Edison lay buried under a big stone slab- I wonder if the worms have gotten to him yet? Come walk down to the river’s edge with me; watch as the birch canoes slip away towards the marshes and the swamp. Climb alongside as we reach the mountain escarpment. We lay low in the sun on the warm rocks and look out over the valley. Beneath us a figure travels the road into town. At our backs a footpath cuts through the meadow and into the woods; offering the promise of refuge and renewal. The unseen falls awaiting our arrival. No need to hurry.
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