On Saturday, June 20, at a rocket launch meet, I became distracted by the many-colored life underfoot rather than the engineering feats in the sky. At the launch site near Manchester, Tennessee, It was a sultry day in the mid 90s (Fahrenheit).
Behind the launch line, a small Christmas tree farm and the fallow patches edging a vast cornfield allowed a profusion of sun-loving flowers. Fire Milkweed, with its showy orange umbell-clusters of flowers, heralded the sweltering steaminess of the southern midsummer. As the rocketry gathering was held far from any enclosed, climate-controlled buildings, I had no choice but to accept and embrace the life-giving heat.
Amidst this unmitigated summer, the wildflowers, and the fields of corn growing tall, I could not help but feel embraced by the fervid heat of the Divine Feminine. Within houses synthetically-sealed and climate-controlled, it is easy to become alienated from the Divine regeneration which lies just outside the door.
It has also been an active summer for cicadas, their buzzing, trilling flight adding yet more life to the season of growth. Peoples of the ancient world, like Sappho from the 6th century B.C.E., lived much closer to nature and had a keen awareness of Divine Providence.
Here, I quote Sappho’s Ode to a Cicada from from the Complete Poems of Sappho, translated by William Barnstone
charms the earth with its own fluting,
and under leaves
the cicada scrapes its tiny wings together
pours out full shrill song.”