I was looking at that last post and thinking about how I try to control stuff around me. For example—my garden. The blackberries never stop encroaching on my yard. The Madronas shed their barks in long strips on my grass. Weeds pop up everywhere with no regard for my perfect placement. Don’t get me started on trees. Everything sheds—cones and needles and leaves and ergh. That’s right—ERGH.
Could things just look tidy? Some days when I am awfully tired, I long for cement and small pots. I long for gardeners and those blowing machines that blow everything into your neighbor’s yard.
Could all living things just stay put (where I put them), and not try to muscle out other things? Squirrels getting ready for winter are now throwing pine cones. They land on my car, in my grass and in my pots. The birds that I feed so religiously, that I call out to in the morning, shit on my chairs and tables. Good God. Is there no surcease?
I guess I could be a corpse whale just lolling at the surface ignoring it all. Damn it though. I notice the mess and am compelled to clean it up.
Everything is in flux. Just when I finish one job here comes another. Could the world just stop and wait for me to catch up?
So I guess I can understand that woman who wanted a non-needy dog.
Need (n.)
Old English nied (West Saxon), ned (Mercian) “necessity, compulsion, duty; hardship, distress; errand, business,” originally “violence, force,” from Proto-Germanic *nauthiz/*naudiz (source also of Old Saxon nod, Old Norse nauðr, Old Frisian ned, Middle Dutch, Dutch nood, Old High German not, German Not, Gothic nauþs “need”), probably cognate with Old Prussian nautin “need,” and perhaps with Old Church Slavonic nazda, Russian nuzda, Polish nędza “misery, distress,” from PIE *nau- (1) “death, to be exhausted” (see narwhal).
Look at the origins of the word need. Misery, distress and “see narwhal.” What the hell. How is need connected to narwhal?
I’m going to tell you. Narwhal comes from Nar meaning corpse because the narwhal is mottled white and grey and looks like a drowned sailor when it lays close to the surface of the water in resting mode (called logging). Hence, the corpse whale.
That’s how I got from neediness to narwhal?
Do you notice that the etymology of the word need is essentially Germanic. Compulsion, duty and hardship. As my beloved husband points out, I am a half German. I do not believe this is his favorite half. I am compelled to battle chaos. Nature is by it’s very nature (ahem) chaotic. Living breathing things are chaotic. Only with constant attention do we have a hope of corralling this life force.
Back to my garden and growing things and taking care of husbands. Living things “need”. Maybe that’s why I collect rocks. They just lay there where you put them. They just are. They don’t need to be trimmed or cooked for or entertained. They just are. Lets hear it for the rocks.