Day: May 13, 2016

In the beginning the keys were known. Their place and purpose was common knowledge. They were discussed in passing as we might talk about the weather, the planning of meals, or the news. The keys made life what it was: they unlocked the people’s joys and sorrows, they opened new spaces within which to begin, become and belong. They gave them access to adventure, growth, grieving and love, finding and leaving, succeeding and failing, wanting and being enough.
The keys kept the song of the world in tune, according each the measure of who they were, each knowing the reasons for the bars in the way, each aware of the immense value of the rests and how the melody could not proceed where silence was not allowed.

And then, gradually, the keys were forgotten, lost. No one could say what or where they were. No children were taught their purpose…

Bear and Wolf and Dog and Fox are all closely related.

It is tempting to imagine a common ancestor; bigger than Wolf but smaller than Bear.

But the official line has something much less rapacious originally slink down from the trees.

To replace what? The Dinosaurs whose more agile Brethren had taken to the air.

I wonder what Linnaeus would make of the Mister Fox procession, as it snakes its way through the alleys and walkways of the Saturday night revelers, inviting all in its wake.

“We saw Foxes!” says my companion.

Well, yes and no…

We saw something less and something more than Foxes…