Pondering Chemtrail Sunsets

Yesterday, I shared a story about the amazing display of creation that shown around us at a Caballo Lake state park in southern New Mexico. We were camping near the lake with the stunning mountains as our back drop. When we arrived the sun was dazzling on the water and the sky was blue with a beautiful set of altostratus and altocumulus clouds.  I took photos of the magical colors that filled the sky as the sun was setting. When we woke up it was raining but the scenery was still just as breathtaking.

When I posted the blog to my Facebook, I stated that the past twenty hours blew our minds. And, asked folks to take a look at the masterpiece that the Creator painted for us.

I was taken aback by a few responses to the blog, stating that what I saw and experienced was not God-made but man-made. They went on to share with me about chemtrails and how the government is polluting the atmosphere, dropping poison from the sky. I felt rebuked and embarrassed for not knowing and I took their responses to heart. I watched the video sent to me on the subject and I felt terrified. I had never heard of these chemtrails and after visiting a few links, I don’t doubt there is some truth to them.

And yet, after all of the information,  I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it? How was I suppose to respond? Was I meant to take the photos down? Was it more about giving mis-placed credit for the beauty I was seeing or was I not meant to see beauty in it at all?

Does knowing and excepting that man is behind the demise of our planet negate the beauty we see and the credit we give to God as the creator. Or do we take this knowledge and look beyond it to see something greater? How do we enjoy beauty without becoming skeptical?  What is the balance?

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Pepe and the Vacant Lot

The Kineo Community Urban Farm sits on a large block of land in Central Phoenix. Next door to the property is an equally large vacant lot. On the far corners and the back of the lot sits three other small farms. Two of them have horses.

This morning, as I was sitting and enjoying my coffee I saw a beautiful cream-colored horse utilizing the vacant land. He was eating and playing. I went out to get a closer look. His owner was standing at the far end of the lot, calling the horse down. The horse, who the owner called Pepe, was frolicking but would only come half way down the field.

I stood there for about ten minutes and I noticed that Pepe spent most of his free time in the back corner of the property, closest to his home. As hard as the owner tried, Pepe would only gallop to the middle and back towards home. I found this very intriguing and pondered how Pepe was given more freedom, but tended to stay just outside of the boundary, not seeing that there is more available. Or maybe he did see and was afraid. I began to philosophy and make assessments about Pepe and his fear of the unknown. Mind you I know nothing about horses. His owner walked close enough that I could share my insights. His name was Sean, a Mexican caballero from Zacatecas, Mexico. His specialty is the lasso.

I shared my observations and he smiled, it was a generous smile. He gave me, “it’s possible” in his eyes but said very simply, that Pepe knew that home was where the people were, and the other animals. Of course! It was community that kept him close.

I rested in this wisdom. Maybe my perspective was off, maybe instead of representing freedom, the field really was a an overflow of community. Maybe, community is where the real freedom is found. For, if Sean wouldn’t have come over to have a chat, I would have walked away from that moment with my ideology in tact. I would have continued on in my limited understanding of horses, ultimately making parallels to our humanity in a rhetorical way. I would have walked away arrogantly thinking I understood something I really didn’t.

We need each other. As the wise old proverb says, “Your face mirrors your heart. You use steel to sharpen steel, and one friend sharpens another.