Ode to Mud
It's mud season again!
I read somewhere that the Ancient Egyptians revered mud for its life-giving properties. Mud, the primordial life-giving ooze, a mixture of dirt and water, two ingredients that when mixed sprout seeds into being. I needed this reframe in the last few weeks because my relationship with mud has been nothing but antagonistic.
Oh mud, how you bring stress into my life! Oh, my sweet cushy mushy earth beneath my feet that sucks me in and pulls me deeper! Mud is everywhere. It's mud season again; it's snowing a lot and then the snow is melting into giant wet puddles of mud. The clay earth on the Mesa does not absorb water readily but keeps it on the surface. This is probably helpful for plants and animals. But for me, it’s just mud. Mud like I've never seen before in all my days. Mesa mud. This means that I cannot get my car in and out of the driveway. I drive a trusty old Subaru that I love, but these last couple of weeks I've been really considering that I might need a truck. I am barely mak…