Wanderings, Fractals of time in quarantine

Kaleidoscopic
With this loss of routine and structure, there's a flutter.  I find myself, more than usual, not talking or writing in full sentences. Lots of bits and pieces, rising to the surface and disappearing down. Like April weather. Old leaves blowing around. Some are real-time-in-nature activities; some are memories, others are internet explorations.   A few from the last few days:

"Holzwege" popped up.. From German writer Martin Heidegger meaning broadly "Wood Ways".  The Woods (Nature) has its Ways. You can strive to control them or dance with them.   More Here

Jessica Davidson's Blog: The fearsome astrology behind COVID

I thought of The Sorcerers Apprentice

James Hillman's 1992 book The Dream and the Underworld made it off the shelf.  A few underlined thoughts:
Epistrophe: a reversion, recall, a return to multiple possibilities.   No longer does just ONE system hold, or things just having opposites.  It's the emergence of multi-faceted reality.  (p.4)
Heraclitus: "Nature loves to hide".   "Invisible connection is stronger than visible"  Our task is to penetrate down, to be brave, to discover, encounter, be with the less visible and the invisible. (p26)

That book sent me to the Blog of Robert Sardello

Still coming to appreciate the Changes that are revealing themselves:
The power of The Organic.  That word used to be a marketing device for expensive food.
Now it's the power to look out for.  It's sidelined our technology, our illusion of control.
It's mocked the tidiness of our capitalistic ways.
It's worth collecting Organic Words, and concepts, as pathmarkers to help us find our ways.
I'll start with a few gerunds: emerging, composting, grazing,
And Organic models of time and space: Tidal, Seasonal, 

A call for Covid Haiku.  Response to what's happening in 17 syllables.
Here's mine:

some ways are not done

forsythia blooms, birds nest

flies die on the sill

Again, and again, I'm struck by the Shifts in Time.  Things have gotten shorter, and longer.  Not the same.  Haiku-thinking helps get right to the core.  Things do make sense in bits, bites, as bait.

The longer part  actually has to do with slowness. I've been meaning to get gas for the last four days.  There's a loss of urgency that used to be so present. 

Words, Ideas I want to learn more about:
Indira's Net

Life as Kaliedoscopic; same pieces jumbled and reordered.

Fly's Eye View of the World
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The Tidal Hudson River:  I collected beach brick pieces near Newburgh and have been
carving them--intuitively- seeing what emerges. Lots of swirls, spirals