5.27.15 AS the winds blew dramatic dark clouds across the land, the first summer storm

Were it not for the rabid mosquitoes, why I'd be out there, on my back, as the small quick rain fell and the winds blew the dramatic dark clouds across the land.


A beautiful thunder storm, the weather front zipping through the neighborhood, bestowing it's small sprinkling of rain, something being better than nothing, of course.

The hawks are chirping in delight, as the thunder shakes the house, the sound pounding down across the small mountain range, the deluge of waters pouring upon everything. What a moment to celebrate, the drinking of the land.

5.27.15 The spring proceeding very nicely, thank you very much

I've taken to waking early, jumping in the car, and bringing the pup to non-mosquito lands, to amble down sidewalks by the small town's greens.

Here, people stand around tall tables, trimming asparagus just picked moments ago, then settling them in water, to drink their fill til someone drives by a farmstand, and takes them home. Radio fills the air as they talk and laugh and work.

Down the street lay fields everywhere in this farming community, with farm workers from other countries just beginning their long days, in the relative cool of the early morning breeze.

On we stroll, as he delights in every smell, every surprise, every new drain pipe, or trill from the branches far above.

"Here, right here!" the day calls to me, settling me in only what is happening right now.

The stolid feel of my feet upon the sidewalk, greenery everywhere abounding despite little rain.

The spring proceeding very nicely, thank you very much, on toward our next summer. As the earth turns and the sun rises high into the blue bright sky.

5.27.15 Quiet and ease and geese

6:30 am, greeting the swirling waters of the old powerful Connecticut





A peaceful early morning walk, of quiet and ease and geese companionably sweeping by

5.27.15 Much like Persephone

Much like Persephone, we go to ground when much happens;
 then return above ground when our lives ease up .

5.27.15 War stories

I always was so angry at the way 'war stories' were denigrated, as if they were self serving , versus accounts of unspeakable experience. Shaming vets to keep their mouths shut and their lives isolated . 

5.27.15 It's like frosting on a cake

It's like frosting on the cake

 sunsets of a day

Big surprises that,without an edit 

 are resplendent with color and movement

 easing today into tonight.

5.27.15 Really Quite Right

Life is not always easy.

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Yet, beneath that big picture, that is so important to keep sight of now and then- lives and breathes the moment we each have, right now, and right here. And this moment is really quite right.