Tocando (Touching): Writings from Summer 2021
Yo Estoy Tocando
On a cool, spring day in north Davis, just east of where the houses begin, you can walk out in the open fields, barefooted, and the moist earth will stick to your soles like a sandal. In the cadence of your steps, you find the song of your heart, that in this time of Zoom there is still a portal called Place, the download of Touch and the software of Walk, Dance and Pray.
To the east of the fields, lay the buildings of Sacramento, their shapes in stark contrast to the hills and clouds behind them. To the north continued the Yolo Bypass, its flat contour extending up to the Sutter Buttes and the accompanying rice fields. To the northwest, you could see the plateau of Snow Mountain, adorned at 7,000 ft. with snow in the wintertime when the rest of the valley was temperate. Your eye followed the Blue Ridge south down to the Berryessa Gap and then descending further south to the tip, beyond which lay the Carquinez and San Francisco Bay. This was the time of the fires, and the ridges lay bare except for the new beginnings of growth.
Mt. Diablo rose up on the southern horizon, beyond which lay ridges down to Pinnacles and the Central Coast. Coming up from the bay, the deep water channel provided Sacramento with a way to ship out the rice harvest, which was abundant in the fields right now. Tomatoes had been harvested already, the fields laying brown again after three months of their fecundity.
Yo Estoy Tocando
Sacramento had become a burgeoning home for people of all ethnicities, people looking for a place to feel welcome, a place to land amidst this pulse of human endeavors. A flat spot between San Francisco and the mountains was now the human estuary that its topography induced. Back in time, John Muir wrote that Sacramento to Stockton was a big puddle in the winter that produced a blanket of wildflowers in the spring. Of course, humans had crushed a lot of those wildflowers. Highways 80 and 99 demonstrated peoples’ ability to lay down concrete and be mobile, but not necessarily deem precious the spot that gave them sustenance. This was the human conundrum. How do you be loyal to the mercy that provides for you in the midst of your striving? And now the fires were delivering the wrath that underscored our fragility.
The ethnic fabric showed up in bakeries, restaurants and neighborhoods, and in the school system as well, bringing fields of joy and laughter to the playgrounds of so many varied hues. Kids brought smiles to new places. They planted their seeds of curiosity and reaching, reaching into places of the heart where adults were pierced. Classrooms full of Syrians and Afghanis brought a vibrancy to this fabric and also the reality of the destruction their parents had endured.
I am Touching
How do you touch sadness and joy, weaving them together? How do you touch resiliency and brokenness? How do you touch the ground of your existence? Plant seeds in the soft and moist because that is where they will take root. Where do you find the softness?
 Do you speak
Wolf, Moose and Bear?
Do your Possessions even Compare?
Do you speak
Tree, rock and Bird?
Do you have a Voice, can you be heard?
Do you speak
Mountain, stream and Cloud?
How’s your veil, how’s your shroud?
Do you speak
Father, son and daughter?
Can you Swim in the ocean of the Mother?
Find your Song of Belonging. Root down and sprout into the Wind.
Teresa Rousseau was one of those humans who touched others. She wore shoes of the desert and Lake Superior. She gave her gift to people. Teresa grew up in Lansing, Michigan and was fertilized with the shores of Lake Superior, reaching out from her parent’s home in Munising. She opened the Earth Dance Center for the Healing Arts in Sonoma, California as her offering. She gave to the Raven and Mountain Lion as much as she gave to the grass.
Nos Estamos Tocando
The fires gave you no choice but to be in touch. Covid also. You had to validate your matter. You had to pay attention. You had “Come to your Senses.” The Dixie fire had started by Cresta Dam, in the Feather River Canyon on the western slope of the Sierras. It had burned up and over the summit ridges to the eastern slope, ravaging life in its path. The destruction of human settlements and the carnage to the animal kingdom was vast. News accounts say that a PG&E worker noticed a downed limb on a power line and a small fire below, but had insufficient manpower to extinguish the nascent blaze. That was on July 13th. The fire has been burning now for almost two months. At one point, there were over 8,000 firefighters on the blaze, and they still couldn’t contain it. As of today, it is advancing on Highway 395.
Nos Estamos Tocando
Orange skies in Davis through the silouette of a branch. Photo courtesy Johan Verink.
Harry Eldredge on the banks of the Sacramento River, Summer 2021. Photo courtesy Harry Eldredge
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