Monday, June 15, 2015

Watching Maungatua, Hill of the Spirits

The Monday off has now turned to slush and cold rain as the front moves up from the south. Walking the dogs on the hills I could see the front across the ridge I think is called Maungatua, meaning Hill of the Spirits, and surely a name to pay heed to.  
The wind was icy but before the rain arrived I was able to load up three giant garden sacks with holly hedge trimmings from the out of control Serpentine road border and get them through the chipper.

As the day darkens, I dip into Eliot's Choruses from The Rock and discover again what I had forgotten.

Let me show you the work of the humble. Listen.
In the vacant places
We will build with new bricks
Where the bricks are fallen
We will build with new stone
Where the beams are rotten
We will build with new timbers
Where the word is unspoken
We will build with new speech
There is work together
A Church for all
And a job for each
Every man to his work.
What life have you, if you have not life together?
There is not life that is not in community,
And no community not lived in praise of GOD.

And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads,
And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor
Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance,
But all dash to and fro in motor cars,
Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

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