they are going to be tearing up the road in front of my house,
the work is expected to last a year
or so the flyer that was in my mailbox tells me.
little orange flags prance along the path
like pennants on the staffs of a tiny army.
This is the battle field of progress.
AH! perhaps i can get some clusters from the giant clump of bamboo across the way,
and as i day dream about a privacy screen,
in the shadows i see
it is home to another family.
i think they will have to move.
I exit the interstate in a tight circle,
having gone from four lanes of 70 mile and hour zooms
to a 30 mile an hour single file caravan of seekers
looping
around a small pond
and a flock of egrets
and a crane or two
who pay the chaos of the whirl no mind.
thanks guys for the reminder!
Curiosity and fear
live very near
to each other…..
Yet each one can bring healing and hope,
or despair and heartache.
chose wisely and help others to do the same.
things do not look up,
we do!
Rock, Paper, Scissors?
Win, Loose, or Draw?
Each day offers choices.
When you run out of what you expect to find –
Look Again.
Puur-haps a friend can show you another way to win –
You never loose, you can always draw –
even if you don’t have any paper!
(and learn.)
“Does he pray?”
asked the young woman as she looked at the poodle.
i have no answer…
“He certainly begs!” i reply as he eyes the cookie in her hand.
“oh.
i meant the trick,
you know,
where the dog puts his paws on the chair or table and then bows his head.”
“no.
he doesn’t know how to do that.”
and so we start to teach him.
with the cookie from her hand.
but learning to bow your head as if your are in prayer
is not the same as praying.
and begging is not the same as praying,
although it often gets confused.
i can not say if someone else prays,
but i do know if they say thank You.
what looks like captivity
might give you freedom.
and what you think is freedom
may only be a cage you can not see.
weeds the size of trees had grown up between us,
the door was almost completely blocked.
so they had to go.. weeds were pulled,
heavy lopers cut the trucks of the ones too long forgotten.
it was hard painful work –
exhausted and sweaty, he paused….
and in that moment two tiny frogs –
one no bigger than your littlest toenail appeared.
The air cleared.
and the door was again open.
give purrs a chance.
Ministry of Animals 