Musings

A little fella, just a tad bit taller than a broken fence peeps with a smile ready to infect the world – holding a plastic bag in his hand and displaying it to the world in all glory. It was his ‘catch’, his find for the day – he probably ventured out and discovered this little bag with a world of wonder in store. The unadulterated joy in discovery and the the compelling need to share it with the world despite the fact no one’s really looking – that’s contagious!
And yes, the smile and the voice did make a few heads turn and participate in his joy of discovery.

Blue fissures on frozen slabs of white
Gushing waters locked in time
Bright blue skies and floating streams of clouds
Are frames I see from the stratosphere

Brown needles piercing the landscapes
Look like raindrops frozen in time -from a painting.
A flowing stream of water in a terrain of brown…
Sharp geometries with cracking icebergs, tree trunks and fence lines.

We fly over patches of brown and white
A stunning landscape with two tones
An inspiration for a new painting?
Or is it one?

During a flight from minneapolis to connecticut
2008/2007

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Waiting for the Spring Sun
And probably cramped inside
The frozen can’t wait to stretch out
And chase the dream of destination.

The land is ready to wake up
From the slumber
Where time stood still…
Where silence engulfed the land…

And ready to awaken to the colors
And shrug off the while blanket
And the white blossoms on the branches
And sing the song of Spring!

-March 13,07

Can is a tricky word. It holds a promise of infinite possibility but doesn’t necessarily guarantee certainty.

Could the construct ‘God’ be a rational mind’s invention – an attribute invented to associate to, when comprehension fails, a fabrication when all search for answers failed?

Funeral rites of the mouse: 170$

Getting him out of there: priceless!

Ode to the mouse that made the blower his home.

Today, I mourn the death of the little mouse that nested in my car engine. I never knew of his existence, or about his family until days after his death. I don’t know when he moved in, but he didn’t get to move out… I don’t even know when he died. Maybe he was frozen in there for a while. But the thaw let me know of the presence of his absence with the strong scent in the waft of air from the heating vents. I still doubted that he could sneak in there and wondered why? The poor thing had to find a shade, a shelter from the cold. Unfortunately, the shelter turned to be his death bed. Maybe the few days he lived in, he was warm and sheltered from the elements. Maybe he caught up on all that missed sleep. But alas, he never did wake up.

May his soul rest in peace!

And may there be warmth in his afterlife. Amen.

02/10/09