Soap Bubbles

Where are the words when I want 

them? If I close my eyes and rest 

my head back, they float through 

my mind like so many soap bubbles. 

Bubbles that pop, splashing my face

with impudence. It could a word, 

maybe two; a whole sentence, 

strung out with no end in sight. It’s 

then I realize I’m trying too hard 

and need to let them rest, or pop, or 

be carried away by a squirrel in need of

a story. It’s like so many other things, 

I don’t always get what I want.

“Don’t waste time waiting for inspiration. 

Begin, and inspiration will find you.”

~ H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Hidden in Plain Sight

Sometimes we’re just 

walking along, minding our own business, while watching the path for stones that would trip us up, a whisper of colour reaches from in the bush. Pretty little flowers, hidden in plain sight, framed by twigs, leaves and branches, toss contrast into the mix.

“Nothing is hidden that will not be made known; 

nothing is secret that will not come to light.”

~ Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol

A Pop-up Village

coprinopsis atramantaria

You can’t hear them

No one knows they’re there

This pop-up village in the grass

after wild rains have passed.

“Fungi are the grand recyclers of the planet 

and the vanguard species in habitat restoration.”

~ Paul Stamets, mycologist and entrepreneur