Somnolent Vocabularies

In efforts to wake up mornings, I jot notes by hand while (this time of year) listening to the furnace. In my case “waking up” only begins after breakfast, and after at least glancing at the papers. My notes today started off in harsh reaction, saying “I’m not in the least interested in reality.” Then the process of waking up actually kicked in, and I realized that what I’d referred to disparagingly as “reality” is linked to the distinctively human, and the collectively human at that. I see nature—yes, dunes, grass, birds, the sky, clouds, ravens, dawns—as part of the transcendent.