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| September 2020, Wascana Park |
Conscious or not…..
Health and happiness…
Out on a limb…
Invisible responses…
Coming to terms….
Epilepsy walks…
Schedules are not…
“We don’t get to choose what is true.
We only get to choose what we do about it.”
~ Kami Garci, Beautiful Darkness
From above and far away I heard them
Birds!
I’ve seldom heard birds sing
these birds didn’t disappoint.
Their twittering conversations filled
the warm spring afternoon,
rising above the sound of humanity
on foot, on bicycles,
orange mo-peds,
shining chrome and black motorcycles,
cars, vans and trucks washed
in the dirt of splashing into spring
Above it all
the birds took my heart to the sky.
“The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree
above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood.”
~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of the Island, 1915
When clouds bubble up
from behind the roof tops,
I wonder if somewhere
there is a thunderstorm or
if they are just sitting
quietly gathering strength.
From the distance land to sky
I can only wonder.
When I work the muscles of my body,
I feel the soft strength that is me.
Guy wires that move my frame
as though I were a puppet and
I, the puppeteer. I can only wonder
what will allow me to gather strength.
“It feels good pulling on these muscles,
it feels better than worrying about who is watching.”
Alain Bremond-Torrent, author
