Dogbane Leaf Beetles

This is the Dogbane Leaf Beetle (Chrysochus auratus)..showy little guy.  (The Latin name hints at its golden "aura." It actually comes from the latin "aureus" which means "shining with gold") As you can see from the picture above, he is quite colorful, iridescent in fact. They aren't that common in Rutland State Park, as their primary host plant, Dogbane, isn't that common. They do still pop up from time to time and I love to find them. Their iridescence shifts from blue to green to red and orange.  The colors shift with your movements. Without getting deep, deep into the science of it all, the beetle produces these fireworks by having several layers of plates at different angles. Each layer is a different color. The result is pretty awesome.

They are pretty complicated beetles, and you might be wondering why all the craziness. Why go through all of the evolutionary effort? Well, first of all, being beautiful seems to be one of the purposes of this flashy armor. That does get us into some philosophical areas, but it would be sad not to see the beauty all around us and simply acknowledge that it is there to be admired. The beetles also enjoy the coloring in the same way that birds use their coloring; to attract mates.

The beetles bright coloring might also hint at their poisonous nature. The Dogbane plant is toxic. It's

right there in the name, "Dog Bane." The plant is similar to the milkweed, which is also toxic. When livestock ingest Dogbane it can cause sickness, and in smaller animals... dogs... it has been known to lead to death. I am still wondering why dogs go out and eat grass. Chaucer certainly partakes in a little grazing while we are out walking, then he also partakes in a little heaving afterward. Why? I have no clue.  These beetles seem to have no problem with it though. I haven't seen them eating Dogbane, but I have watched them eating milkweed. The white "milk" that gushes from milkweed, and dogbane, is the poisonous stuff. To avoid getting stuck in it, or ingesting it, the Dogbane Leafbeetle cuts a vein of the leaf further up the leaf. This is similar to monarch caterpillars but less aggressive, as the monarch caterpillar actually severs an artery at the base of the leaf before eats the whole leaf. The beetle just cuts a bit above where its going to eat and then eats at its leisure. I have observed these guys on Queen Anne's Lace (another poisonous plant) many times (as is the one on the right), but have never seen them eating it.

These are truly beautiful little beetles, and although they do selfishly kill the Dogbane plant without any sort of symbiosis evident (their larvae eat it by the roots) it is a poisonous plant, and harmful to livestock, so they are on our side right? For simply their beauty alone, I am always happy to find them. I am reminded why Salvador Dali, in all his eccentricity, was drawn to wear beetles on his lapel. They are beautiful.

Pink and Orange

There are certain times in the park that I am loathe to miss. The blooming of the cherry and apple trees is one of those times. It is buggy, and some years, it has been so buggy that I have missed the week or so time period in which these trees show their true colors. I can smell them far before I see them. The scent, some years, and some days, really I think depending on the warmth and humidity, is absolutely heady.

This morning, I noticed flashes of bright orange plucking at the flowers. The Baltimore Oriels have come back. There are a few birds that eat cherry and apply blossoms: Oriels, Waxwings, Cardinals, all oddly, brightly colored. The spring is full of joy. I like the winter. I really do. The first snow, the white that blankets everything in perfect, clean layers... Christmas. It is all well and good, but by the end, I just want life back. I want green bursting out of everywhere, and flying blasts of sunset orange eating their way through the apple blossoms.

Wheels Within Wheels

One of the differences between what we create and what is created is that everything that we create has a singular purpose... to serve us. Because of this, the things we make fall infinitely flat compared to the natural world around us. Take for example, orange candy, compared to an orange. Yes, orange candy is good... but compared to an orange, with it's nutrients, tiny compartments of juice, even the oil in its skin, the candy just doesn't stand a chance. Beyond this, it is the marriage of purposes, the purpose of the orange, to propagate by giving us something that both pleases and benefits us, that creates a synergy between us and our surroundings. Our world is not singular, and not there just for us, even though we imagine that it should be. It consists of tiny worlds, joined together to make the

whole, but each of those tiny worlds is complete unto itself. It is our massive human audacity that accounts for our ignorance of  these and because of this, we fail to see the depth of what is around us. It is television, in its flat imitation, or even  fairly awful 3D. It is canned, simplified and served to us as a severe second to what is already there in nature, and in our hubris, we choose what we have created over what we were created to be a part of.

Sometimes when I am walking, I stop, and look. It doesn't matter where I am. Anywhere in the park, if I choose to pay attention, I can find something else's world, working in its tiny mechanism, fitting in to mine. This is why we can draw from nature to understand ourselves. It is because we are a part of this larger system, and try as we might,  we will always fall short in creating systems for ourselves. Thoreau had it right when he advised to "Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes, which will never become English bay. Let the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmers' crops? That is not its errand to thee. Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee

to carts and sheds. Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy the land, but own it not. Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling, and spending their lives like serfs." We have no need of loneliness. We have overstressed our self-importance and because of this have, to some degree lost our places in the shadow of our ability. We do have a place in this world, one not of our own construction, but a place that it is infinite in its depth and waiting for us outside of our own doors. 

grace and bedcovers

It is four something in the morning. I am up. This was precipitated by a direct sequence of events that lead to my being up too early. Here's the run down: I opened my eyes. The moon was so bright that it cast a small bluish square of light onto my bedroom floor. I thought about how bright the moon was. I realized that I didn't have any blankets because my wife had taken them all. I thought about the wrestling match between "grace" and "rights." I was up. 

So, lets be honest, I was up a little before I thought about the difference between "grace" and "rights." Actually, I was up as soon as I thought about how bright the moon was. As soon as I actually think, make my brain work, I am a gonner. The two reasons I am writing this morning are that the moon was so beautiful and it was casting these networks of shadows on the snow... and because I had some clear, the kind of clear that thoughts can take on as soon as you wake up, thoughts about grace, and how difficult it can be. When I say "grace" I am really saying God's grace. Yes, I am talking about God, and it is four in the morning. 

You can blame this bit of writing on Jenny, who stole all of the covers. We don't heat the upstairs in our house. We can do this because we had a good friend, who is an incredible insulator, insulate the upstairs of our house, and because we have very warm blankets. It is never cold upstairs, but it can get pretty cool and I love the combination of cool and warm blankets. At any rate, the warm blankets weren't helping this morning because Jenny took them all, and I was cold...cool... whatever. I thought about just grabbing them back, and I thought that would be kind of useless because I am already up in my mind and I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep anyway. And then I thought that I had a right to those blankets because I had bought them. Rights: what we somehow deserve because of obligation or ownership. I think that "rights" are really comforting. I knew that I could take back those blankets because I had a right to, even if it did risk the wrath of waking Jenny. 

I go to a church that is big on God's grace. Honestly, I am thankful for that. I believe that God is good, and is love, and loves freely and well. This is a great thing, I think, but in this idea of massive benevolence, grace can be a bit hard to swallow. If all of the big things, forgiveness, salvation, kindness, if all of these things are given to me through grace, than I have no real right to them. I have been in churches that have "built in" methods of having a right to them, through sacraments like "Confirmation" and through more subtle, but just as, and even more, powerful rights of passage like public confession of faith and even justified ways of living every-day life. Some churches that I have belonged to hang an incredible amount of weight on the actions of their parishioners. These actions are the justification for the rights that we have to God's grace. And although those parishioners might deny that fact, just break a few key ones and you will quickly see that the doors to that church will be shut, or in more acurate terms, the means of finding the same idea that they have of "grace" will be quickly taken away. There is an underlying, and I believe man-made, system that we have built to recieving and "deserving" God's grace, and it is huge and it is strong. I think it might just be the cornerstones of the modern Evangelical Protestant church, and it is there because having no rights to the most important aspect of faith: justification and grace, is really difficult. 

Without a right, without laying a claim to those things, I can only rely on the constant kindness of the one who is giving them, and that can get old. It clashes with our system in America. We earn, through hard work and contracts, the things that make us secure. Taking these things without earning them violates several major social norms in modern American culture. I have a house because I went to college and earned the degrees which enabled me to get a job that I work at in order to earn enough money to float a mortgage and buy food, and buy oil for heat. All of the niceties in my house, the couch that I am sitting on, this computer, internet access, all of these are earned either regularly, or sporadically by my working. If I am able, I am to work for these. What if they were all just given to me? What if they were given to everyone? It would completely upset the balance of our society. Those with the biggest houses in town would not have the, what amounts to somewhat abstract claim, justifying their ownership of them. The rich would not be rich because of either luck, or work, or family inheritance.

 If God's grace is more meaningful than all of those things, and I think it is, than it is difficult to even think about it just being given to everyone. Everyone. Every Buddhist, Christian, Hobo, Gay, Straight, Royal Family member, Middle Eastern, American, Food stamp receiver, Heroin addict, Self-centered overly-rich Celebrity, Reckless teenager, Terrorist, Defiant curmudgeon, Wealthy socialite, Middle School Teacher. Everyone. "Deserving" cannot be written on that list. It is a foreign word to "grace," and if we can't earn it, how do we know we can have it? Like the my bed covers. I could have taken them back. They were mine, well, half-mine at least. I bought them. Without ownership, without rights, all we have to rely on is the hope that the one giving it to us won't stop, which is essentially, in God's case, a deep down, vital belief that God is good, caring, and will never stop being so, to everyone, not based on how deserving they are, but based entirely on how good He is. Not being able to earn the most essential aspects of our faith is humbling. I must align myself with every other non-deserving person that approaches this God. I have nothing to base my worth on... accept that this God, who loves everyone, loves me. No hierarchy here. No wages. No system. Just foodstamps, handed out to everyone, so we can live humbly and learn to value everyone around us on a different, all encompassing system of worth, not based on ourselves, but on the love that God has shown all of us. 

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