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Persistent

Red berries persist on trees standing deep in glistening, blowing snow.

Sunny wind-whipped frost could as easily be ocean spray.

Wave after wave, while we persist.

Traction

Snowy day on Walkabout.

Snow plows push through, leaving streets that are sheets of ice. Easier for cars, harder for pedestrians.

Walking the route twice this time, I find snowfall eased the slick.  Erased the bald ice and laid down enough texture to get a foothold.

Good intention sometimes makes things tough.  Traction. Given the chance, Nature finds ways to get you through.

Gimme Shelter

Eternal moments or endless hours, it is a serious understatement to say time is relative.

Time is precious though.  A human-made construct to waste, or use, as we see fit.

For me, this year finally saw the end of five years of divorce and custody litigation.  Muscular legal effort is the only remedy to a high conflict character.  A great deal of wasted time and money to reach the obvious, and satisfactory, conclusion.

Souls were born, souls passed on, this year brought grief and joy for times had no longer.

In the meantime, the world writhed in its brutality, and its beauty.

Time.  It is all we have – while we have it.  Goodbye 2014.

May we find peace, health and happiness in the coming year.

 

 

 

 

Night Air

Eternity is out tonight, crowding empty streets.

Time’s arrow, the young turn elderly, generations blend, age, pass.

Unnoticed except by some in the larger moments.

Perhaps it is the snowflakes.  Countless souls against the night sky.

Something in the air, eternity is out tonight.

Worth a thousand words?

Rooms with a view…

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Away or not

There is no end to the tale of the last Monarch chrysalis that hung from the siding of my house.

When unseasonably cold nights threatened, I insulated the chrysalis under a box against the house, cushioned by towels to keep out the cold.  Sheltered, it survived the wind and cold  intact.  Maturing, the chrysalis grew transparent, revealing the black and orange creature waiting within.

Warmth returned.  Days later, the Monarch was gone, chrysalis and all.  Did it blow away entirely on a warm autumn night?  Or did the butterfly finally fly on, leaving its aged former home to join restless leaves on their journey?

There is no end to the tale.

Not a bad thing.

Home movies

From a window, afternoon light filters through shifting, still-clinging autumn leaves onto a laundry room wall. Dazzling, real-time projection. Viewed but unrecorded by anything other than my memory.  Home movies.

Wish you were here

Can you see through my eyes?
Fall leaves gold into green
Sun after clouds
Limitless blur of blue sky
Seasons slipping by me

A raucous jay, dimming light
Backlit gold into red
Rise and fall in the breathing wind
Years getting by me

I have seen too much
Nightfall
How I wish you were here

Endless dream

During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming.
– Master Zhuang, Chinese philosopher, 300 BC

 

Nighttime temperatures continue to fall, daytime temps are cooling.

Still the second Monarch chrysalis remains.  Green with golden zipper, it adheres to westward facing vinyl siding.  Unmoving, its inhabitant deep, even lost, in a transformational dream.

Compelled by its own nature to form its chrysalis, it may never emerge,  gone already into endless sleep.  So too, it may yet emerge against the odds,  to attempt a challenging migration.

If successful in breaking free of caterpillar form, and if it survives the battering journey south, it will join a multitude of its own.  Together, in company and concert, to experience a lifetime that was once only a cellular dream.

Something to that.

 

 

On its way

Checking the tomato patch this morning, the darkened Monarch chrysalis was unchanged.

By noon, the same report.

By late afternoon, only an empty husk of a once bejeweled green chrysalis remained.

In the garden, astride a Verbena bonariensis, was a brilliant Monarch butterfly slowly fanning its wings.

By early evening, it was gone.