Grace over at windthread has been talking about Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm by Stephen Harrod Buhner. I ordered a copy and it arrived Saturday evening. Right now I’m essentially camping out in my house, surrounded by packed up moving boxes and a variety of things that will probably be moved by hand. Unboxed. Or Not. As soon as I think I have a plan, either it changes or I change my mind–so I’m not taking any one thing too seriously. But what I wanted to say was that I started reading the book and on page 19 came across the clearest expression of–of –I don’t know what to call it. So I’ll simply quote Buhner here–he’s talking about art. And everything else.
For if we should recapture the response of the heart to what is presented to the senses, go below the surface of sensory inputs to what is held inside them, touch again the “metaphysical background” that expresses them, we would begin to experience, once more, the world as it really is: alive, aware, interactive, communicative, filled with soul, and very, very intelligent–and we, only one tiny part of that vast scenario.
But it’s the phrase “metaphysical background” — two words I’ve never strung together–but I’m in love with them now. These words–a physical handle, a tool, a tangible concept–recapturing the response of the heart…manifesting the metaphysical background. And somehow communicating that. If possible. A wonderful thing to attempt.
Just reread this. It feels like I’m circling the wagons–getting close but still not there with the idea–but again, I blog to remind self of certain things and will revisit it. Later. Now these are the images I want to remember–not for their surface message, but for that other thing–that thing Buhner calls “metaphysical background.” And remembering that first time they made my heart sing:
A block print and leathery leaf–from 1969–
A wool sweater my mother knit for herself. The original color a very pale light blue. Now after a recent Indigo dip.
Starfish Cactus ready to bloom
and This–yesterday, a flock of wild turkey in the back yard where we’ll be going.