extro vs intro

 Socialed Out

"I'm just socialed out," Joan explains,

as she chose a prospective short visit

over a longer invitation to a meal,

even though we dearly love the person we will see,

even though we dearly love people,

we are not enough extrovert to be energized,

recharged by time with friends,

re-centered and empowered,

rather we are appreciative of connection,

glad and joyous with the gift of the social,

yet, unlike the extrovert,

we get exhausted by the imperative demand

of relationship with the other,

we need our down time,

the rebooting of turning off,

waiting,

and then restarting,

I have often described it as my need for "hermit time,"

every day needs the rebooting of sleep

so that when tomorrow comes,

our systems are fresh,

a new dawn, a new day,

and we can be ready to appreciate

that we are a part of much that is larger,

we love the larger whole into which we can make our way,

nevertheless, for the introvert within us,

the social can be an effort, 

not the relaxing into what helps us be real and present,

like the extrovert must feel,

can they ever be socialed out?

or does loneliness plague them

when not with other people,

like the way too much social plagues us?

by Henry H. Walker

July 4, ‘26

The Cabin on the Creek: Alive!

 visitors animate the Cabin

the "Cabin on the Creek" just feels right:

endowed with holding the visitor

with both physical and spiritual comforts,

when visitors leave, though,

an inevitable emptiness settles on us still left,

as if the power switch is turned off,

and the machine settles back into companionable expectation,

as if now we are in a Quaker meeting for worship

and awaiting a new "quaking" from the natural world,

a group of family, a group of friends,

animates that which before was more of mechanism

than the vibrancy of something truly alive,

the best within us seeks to connect,

to make sense of it all,

to work to bring forth what feels to be right,

as beautiful and well-ordered as we can help create

when the gifts of other people awaken and bring to life

a connected whole of which we are a part,

the potential before us, around us, within us, alive,

as we wake up and the possible becomes the actual.

by Henry H. Walker

July 1 ‘26

an annual mountain adventure

 

the mountain adventure continues

today has been primal:

in the night, life demanded I realize my fears of loss,

and my inabilities to fix things, to take care of others,

though, when morning came, I was still of giving and love,

I helped send off 14 family and friends

to hike up Mt. LeConte, Walisiyi to the Cherokee,

the day dawns with powerful thunderstorms:

torrential rain, lightning about 2-3 miles away,

maybe way up the mountain,

rain continues and continues to beat down 

upon the world around me,

as the group finishes breakfast and packing for the hike up,

the rain pauses, mostly, for a few hours,

folks get to trailhead and begin the great effort

of hiking hard up the mountain,

often rewarded by beauty of stream and forest, and rising ridge,

as the morning ran out of its time,

more thunderstorms settled on the mountain and on the hikers,

and my fears for them climb, like they are climbing,

down here at the base of the mountain

water flows with abandon onto us,

the creek rises and rises,

not enough to reset the big stones of the stream

but enough to brown the water 

and roar the fall toward the sea,

I hope the storm has cleansed the upper reaches of the mountain

and allows a sunset tonight to be there for the taking,

it is hard for me to realize 

that my role in the whole endeavor

is so much less than it was,

how wondrous, though, that I still have a role,

that the next generation picks up the baton,

I am dispensable,

the experience of being one 

with the mountain and its moods

can continue,

even for the hiking 9 year old,

for the middle school-aged hikers,

for the recent high school graduates,

for our niece, for our sons,

for friends joining the adventure,

there are a lot of circles

that we hope will carry forward, 

even without us,

and not be unbroken.

by Henry H. Walker

June 28, ‘26

Plato's hypothesis revisited

 

the phantom missing

we are born, and we grow up,

often as only halves of wholes

that need something to be added to be complete,

we need to find just who we are

by connecting to anorther,

I think of amputees

who still feel the missing limb,

it's like that,

the sense of something vital missing,

though you never had it before, except in your heart,

part of yourself, some addition that somehow

makes you even more "you"

then you have ever been before,

finding the glue that holds the love and joy within you

with the love and joy within another,

and actually makes you closer to who you ought to be,

I wish for every person to stumble into such a completing relationship,

this early morning, I feared I had lost my better half

when she fell in the night, coming back to bed,

I felt undone,

bereft of she who makes me more complete

than I could have imagined before we met

and then gloriously became a couple,

I am thankful that we are not yet cast asunder,

1 + 1 = 1, just more complete.

by Henry H. Walker

June 15, ‘26

make the universe us

 

invert anthropomorphism

anthropomorphism: to project onto the world human traits,

in terms of nature,

we have imagined that testosterone-driven competition and war

is paralleled in the animal and plant kingdoms,

where all plants and animals see the world as zero-sum

that if one wants something,

it has to come at the expense of the other,

that's how Rome was built,

conversely, recent research opens the possibility

that below our feet mycorrhizal fungi

have built a Wood Wide Web

of cooperation and blissful togetherness,

for that is the truth many of us want

particularly to contrast ourselves with the aggression of self-centeredness,

we need to invert anthropomorphism

so that we manifest the universe in our selves,

and then we can choose which aspects resonate mostly surely

with who we feel ourselves to be,

we an choose how to live a fullness

that the natural world has evolved

over billions of years of trial and error,

while following the imperative to connect and build

and to resist the imperative to break down and destroy,  

we are of the stars, both for good and for ill,

an Indigenous prayer I love asks the Earth to teach us:

to learn lessons hidden in every leaf and rock,

to learn resignation from the leaves that die in the fall,

to learn regeneration from the seed which rises in the spring,

to apprentice ourselves to the natural world,

one we learn some wisdom

then it is safer for us to act.

by Henry H. Walker

June 23, ‘26

The Sun and Us

 

Summer Solstice '26

we humans believe ourselves to be creatures of Light,

our moods can darken,

we can be enlightened,

I consider the Summer Solstice today,

for months the rising and setting Sun

has methodically marched north,

sunrise earlier and earlier,

sunset, later and later,

deciduous plants, both perennial and annual,

have "made hay" while the sun has aggressively powered

the photosynthesis in their leaves,

we stand today at the peak of what the Sun

gives to the northern hemisphere,

tomorrow we will start a slow long decline in yours of daylight,

the heat won't notice for awhile

because there's a lag time

before cosmic changes manifest

as to what we can feel with our skink,

we still have months of the bounty of produce,

as cornk tomato, all manner of vegetables and fruit,

set their selves and command their harvest,

the sweat on my brow matches the saliva in my mouth

where my hunger anticipates

wht the growing season can produce,

the Sun by itself, without timely rains,

will help made the austere beauty of desert,

and that certainly has its glory,

around me, in the piedmont,

the trees have rooted deep enough

to mostly use the abundant ground water,

stored below over the many millennia,

to audaciously continue to throw their canopies into the sky,

in the garden, well water allows me

to keep the tomatoes, beans, squash, cucumber growing,

though the young okra just suffered predation

from a hungry rabbit, who savors the succulence

of watered growth in these dry times,

now is when our hearts hope for us

to return to the mountains, to the Smokies,

where we can well celebrate the turning of the year,

and the glory that the Earth can throw back at the heavens

in appreciation of the cosmic,

manifesting in the abundance 

of growth, of beauty,

maybe of enlightenment.

by Henry H. Walker

June 20, ‘26