They travelled long and hard over many different kinds of seas and oceans. Desperate to reach their destination, little time was given over to rest. One diversion was welcomed and enjoyed: looking up to the sky viewing shot by shot like a slideshow. Eyes up, dive down, eyes up, breathe, dive down. The moon was particularly beautiful that week. Clouds were painted blood red and the calm, glassy water reflected celestial drama. Between masses of condensation up high they looked for stars and kept the course. Only the softer storms had muddied the chart; landmarks supplemented. So it had been a good voyage this far and caution dictated they stay on watch for signs of a true tempest, sure to come. No matter, they would make it. It was going to be the most important spring of all.
11/30/07
11/19/07
11/7/07
the dandelion eclipse
The sun shone in the morning, right on time. She waited long enough in the warmth to feel it in her toes; much food needed to be gathered and brought back home. The dew had long vanished and vibrant heat fueled her efforts. Then a sudden cooling of the air and dimming light warned her senses. She looked up and found the star hiding behind the largest dandelion she had ever seen. It was an incredible sight she beheld in the flower's bristling seeds: a rainbow had emerged and it danced, circles of color inside each other, sparkling. Such a thing had never happened before near her hill. That moment of joy suspended in her mind forever made this day unlike any other...
11/3/07
Peace
My soul feels peace;
my eyes are set on the sleeping dragon.
The shapes of the reptile, elegant and lithe.
Does he dream of clear waters and lush trees?
His somnolent dignity betrays no ambition.
Perhaps his fantasy lies in the simple bliss of now.
I watch the lizard smile at his own quiet revelation.
My soul feels at peace;
present in this green moment.
11/1/07
Cynical Indulgence: ambiguity's epidemic
I ponder the state of my world, shattered, myred in gross ambiguity, and wonder how it came to be. Does evolution, the seemingly degenerating nature of our bodies warp our mind into morbid indicisiveness? Or is it a learned behaviour, passed down, a product of our childhood environment that shaped us into big, soft blobs of paralyzing fear and doubt? Whichever way this societal desease developed it's now at the full-fledged pandemic level infiltrating every corner of our society, affecting persons of all walks of life. What can I do? Pick up the pieces one by one, starting with myself. I can commit to being more decisive and taking action on the side of what's simply right. Simple common sense, courage and action -- one person at a time...
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