pencil gray trees and fences
complete a scene that grow
into grass and leafy trees;
fields of grain crisp into
autumn gold and bales of hay.
There is no greater resilience,
unless it is the way mankind
grows and learns in waves
from the passing of centuries.
“Life is a series of waves to be embraced and overcome.”
~ Danny Mayer, businessman
Hot air breathes new life
into a bland lump of
sourdough, aroma defining
the spirit of bread.
“The most satisfying product of culture is bread.”
~ Thomas A. Clark, Reliquiae #2
Stretch and fold
as in yoga &
a sourdough rise.
“There is not a thing that is more positive than bread.”
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
Solitude sounds are soft,
masked only by the
noise in our minds.
“The atmosphere defines the environment of sound.”
~ Bill Laswell, bassist
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| A rock in the sun! |
Eager to find answers
to the many questions
posed over the last few
weeks:
What’s happening?
When will it happen?
What will happen?
And the biggest question of all: WHY? ~
It set my head spinning,
my heart bursting with
fear of the unknown.
I have a remarkable imagination
when it comes to the unknown.
The worst will always happen and
mostly to……Everyone!!……
Deep breath, my eagerness became
finding untroubled waters ~ or in
the case of this prairie winter ~
pristine white waves of snow.
In the cold clear air, fear of the unknown vanished
It did help to stop doom scrolling news reports………
“It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds,
not the deafening blasts of doom.”
~ William Dean Howells, author
(1837 - 1920)
Committed to life is
not an easy thing
if you think about it.
We are each handed
life at the moment of conception;
no handbook,
no road map just:
here you are wherever here is,
floating about in a watery bliss.
No knowledge of
flowers or trees,
sun or shade,
the push and pull of society.
Expected to grasp at life, or not.
The first of many choices that
will be tossed our way. Sometimes
too quickly to warrant decent consideration.
But we go on,
with little success or a lot,
but committed to a singular goal.
Which may be
what’s for dinner,
or shall we see a movie tonight,
or perhaps climb the social ladder.
On the best days it will be
to wake up and smell the coffee,
or walk a cobbled path lined with flowers,
help someone cross the street.
Oh yes, commitment to life is
not an easy thing, but can be
filled joy,
fun and
as many good things as there unpleasant.
That’s life.
“I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.”
~ Charlotte Eriksson, Swedish author
No nonsense was the wind,
biting, scratching, pushing me
toward home.
But there are times
when I just have to stop.
Stop,
gloves off and stuffed under
my padded armpit,
fumbling with my cellphone
while the ice wind tries
to throw it into its big bully game.
There was merely a shadow
on the great snow bank,
but the sun!
It had thrown shadows across
snow banks everywhere
and who knows?
They’d be gone at sunset,
never to appear again
just at that moment when I walked.
It is always that moment,
the moment of awe and beauty
that a transfixes my heart.
And so I too am no nonsense,
standing firm to that freezing foe at my back.
“Nonsense and beauty have close connections.”
~ E.M.Forster, English novelist,
(1879 ~ 1970)
