Posted in Nature, Reflections on the everyday, Stars on April 14, 2022| Leave a Comment »
Long before dawn, walking in a sleeping neighborhood.
Heavy thoughts match heavy cloud cover.
On the last circuit, a single twinkle overhead, then two. Above, the cloud’s part, creating a long, cloud-lined corridor. Passage to a starlit sky, infinite with possibility. Ease to the troubled mind.
Posted in Eternal moments, Festivals, Nature, Reflections on the everyday, tagged Clouds, St. Patrick's Day, sunrise on March 18, 2022| Leave a Comment »
A jet climbs the vault of the sky, streaming a hot pink contrail just above bright Venus at sunrise.
Bare trees silhouetted against deep pink clouds. The earth gracefully turns toward its guiding star.
Birds cleave the sky far below the air traffic—a cacophony of song not present even two days ago.
The airplane passes overhead and beyond, disappearing in the western sky leaving a pink track parallel to an aircraft that passed not long before.
The day has begun.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged divorce, narcissism, politics, War on March 13, 2022| Leave a Comment »
Common factor? Narcissism.
Trendy title these days. The infamous tendency to destroy a sphere of influence in dysfunctional pursuit of a delusional personal vision.
Globally, nationally, and domestically, the perp is identified by the debris field that follows them. A blight on any human community.
Posted in Eternal moments, Nature, Reflections on the everyday, time, weather, tagged consciousness, memory, Snow, time on January 8, 2022| Leave a Comment »
Glistening clouds of snow blanket the ground, the roof, the roads.
You may know these mornings. Quiet, a dog barking in the distance, conifers silhouette a deep blue sky brightening before an orange-stroked sunrise.
Winter storms pass, leaving moments of unsullied stillness. Beneath the blanket and cold, some things sleep, some perish, some wait – much like memory. Other than the energy of our blood and bones we are only memory. Some memories finally pass, others will only pass when we do.
The sun will soon dazzle the landscape with its untrammeled brilliance, blinding thought to anything but glory. Then the blankets will fray to fluid and reveal again what lies there.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, weather, tagged swings, time, wind on December 12, 2021| Leave a Comment »
From dawn to dusk, strong winds and fleets of rain.
At sunset, the instability blew off. The sky is bright on the western horizon, clouds lit with rusty pink ageing to pewter grey.
On a walk with the dogs, the streets are empty, the very air animated.
The wind is playing where children usually do, rolling balls down the street, pushing over trash cans.
Passing a swing set, the single swing flies high back and forth, ghostly in its trajectory, as if weighted by a child.
I swung a small child in such a swing once. The child and that swing have long blown away. The wind is like that.
Posted in Eternal moments, Nature, Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, The Garden, tagged autumn, shadows, time on November 8, 2021| Leave a Comment »
The shadows of bush branches outside the window fall on the sunlit wall by my table.
The wind waves and they dance on the wall and along the tabletop.
Life is in those shadows. Seasons pass, decades, and the shadows send a signal of what is present somewhere, but not within my reach.
Their impression, more fluid than their being, is energy just passing through of the solid object upon which we are more inclined to focus.
Shadows can traverse time, forward and backward, infinite. While the object that opens that door is even now withering to autumn.
Posted in Nature, Reflections on the everyday, time, tagged consciousness, human body, time on July 19, 2021| Leave a Comment »
Have you noticed? You are getting older. So am I.
At my annual physical recently – a systems check of moving parts. cardiac, respiratory, gastrointestinal, musculature, neurological, and dermatological. Blood pressure — the force at which blood courses through veins to keep major organs fit. Blood pressure is a Goldilocks statistic — neither high nor low is just right.
In concert, these systems create the song that is you. Regardless of age, the collaboration of those systems, and that song, is changing, even now. The breath and thought of today cannot be the same tomorrow.
The pithy slogan “Change Happens,” reminds those with concretized views that change comes to each life. The deeper truth is we are change, conditioned upon those beautiful physiologic systems and the environments in which we find ourselves.
Sudden or chronic illness, or accident, drives home the message. If lucky, we are allowed to live within the one body granted us until it ages out of the game. Generation after generation until humans are no more.
Life is anguish for some, joy for others, maybe most of the time somewhere in between. Bridging the space between sky and earth, our bodies are the gift that allow us to feel, express, reflect, participate. They ferry us where we want to go on the planet, in its waters, and above.
Experience is the natural and sometimes hard-won aim of biological life. When systems fail and the body slumps, the kernel that is us trills on, star stuff once again. The drama, accomplishments, losses, and possessions mean naught but as the memories of others that will fade in time.
At dawn, noon, or dusk, mind the blood, mind the body, and enjoy your glorious time while it lasts.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, time, tagged Destiny, fate, purpose on June 19, 2021| Leave a Comment »
Some are pushed by the past onto the road of their lives.
Still others drawn forward by a subtle half-light image.
The aims of each will be different.
One pulled by the future, one pushed by the past.
Which, I wonder.
Posted in Eternal moments, Reflections on the everyday, time, Uncategorized, tagged aging, grown children, time on February 19, 2021| Leave a Comment »
I watch my hands finger the small bootie once worn by my children. The tag inside reads “6/12 months.” This was a first shoe for two toddlers just learning to walk.
I see my fingers move, thinning, loose skin on the back of my hands piling up and relaxing. These are ‘doing’ hands. I have thoughtlessly relied upon them forever.
My children are decades into their lives now. One grew into shoes he used to walk completely out of my life. The other wears shoes that keep him in motion, learning, building, and exploring.
And here remains the small bootie and the hands that helped those tiny feet touch down on the earth so very long ago.
Posted in dogs, Reflections on the everyday, Shiba Inu on July 11, 2020| 1 Comment »
A furry paw twitches, breath quickens, a tail flicks. Dream-chasing rabbits in a game of hide and seek.
It’s quiet now. The dreamer passed on to the Great Grassy Yard today.
The name was Bond. James Bond.
Great shaggy head, those furry paws ran the Great Grassy Yard in this world until age took its toll.
Everyone thinks their dog is special—and they are right. James brought energy to my family that had been missing forever—that is pretty heavy lifting for a dog.
Or a doge. James was an AKC Champion Shiba Inu, contributing many puppies to the world in his years at stud. And then he whirled into our lives, a pal to all with a driving interest in squishing squeak toys while rolling upon them, four paws in the air.
The man himself is no longer, but his soul lives on. He passed at home where he used to run, surrounded by flowers, butterflies, sky, trees, and the wind.
Of James, no truer words were ever spoke, “He has been a life force for friendly tolerance.” Few of any species can say the same. I will miss you James.
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