5.17.15 Not True

We tend to think we deserve to 'get' or 'have' all kinds of stuff in life. 
Not true. 
When in our lives there are people who truly know us, love us, embrace us and tell us they love us, and in truly tough situations remind us that actually how we are doing is remarkable for such a tough situation ? 
Why it's just a blessing, plain plain and simple. 
Especially if that one you love and know so well who loves and has come to know you inside out, simply by sheer devotion , is a sibling.

5.16.15 Some days, the weight of our lives is so much greater than others

5.16.15 Green and rain arrive

5.16.15 In between all things, I sit quietly and crack nuts

 

Outside early this Saturday morning, the rain was the welcome surprise, quietly falling from the skies, as the forest and conservation fields and gardens drank and drank, and shone with wetted bright colors. 

As more birds hatched in carefully constructed nests, hawks bleat to each other across the outwaters, and the mosquitoes appear to be having the earliest, most award winning year here, despite the dry dry spring. 

To go outside, you must be covered. Raincoat pulled tight around your face, herbal stuff sprayed upon legs and shoes and pants. Usually we have a respite until July, to get the gardening ahead and mulching and so on. And then disappear indoors, unless you drive somewhere and walk from there. 

Yet, outside all is glorious and growing, the Woodcock quietly raising their tiny young nearby in the woods, as precious days come and go, and in between all things, I sit quietly and crack nuts.

5.15.15 Down by the river, we walked together

Down by the river and the farmer's fields of rich silt soil, we walked together on the dusty dirt road , as the Killdeer darted about with their warnings, and a Kestrel swept, wings motionless, across the sunset sky.

As we bid goodnight to the sun, to the cloud cover putting to bed the sun.

5.16.15 We humans so often yearn

We humans so often yearn for the right and wrong, and for it to seem clearly delineated for all, or preferably, just ourselves, to determine. 

Then, there's our propensity to engage in wishful thinking when it comes to the irritating reality that different ways and beliefs fit different people, places and times. 

History is replete with our blind compulsion to impose our values on others . And like any moral five-year-old, we pretend that not only IS there a best, but that OURS is it. 

I wonder if this is how we come to be so adamant with regards to our choices; with what we deem 'right'. 

Because we tire of the malleability of change and responsiveness, the adaptability and growth that enhances our capacity to survive.

5.15.15 " Art promises escape, but never delivers more than a mirror." Schmegel