There is no such thing as: Empty Space

I will be going away for a few days.  There are a couple of issues I want to consider without the confusion of regular life.  Is separating myself from those I love running away from or running toward truth? 

Wednesday is a Fishing Day

I am waiting for my grandson to wake up.  We are going fishing.  I will not be day-dreaming on hearts formed by vapor; I will be focusing on how happy and energetic this 8 year old is in the presence of fish. 

"I really don't know Clouds ... "

I rarely write in the evening ...  I do not believe that I am clear sighted.  Tonight I am making an entry in an effort to begin again a daily habit of posting.  For a few hours this afternoon, while I was waiting for my car to be fixed, I observed clouds wafting across the expanse of sky.  I named the shapes, a man blowing bubbles, a fish, a bird, a heart.  The heart stretched out of shape and burst into fragments.  I watched, wondering if the strands would gather again; I wanted to see the heart whole.  For several minutes, I lingered, longing for an experience that did not materialize.

What Does it Take to be Forgiven?

There is not much I can do when a person I love is angry with me.  I can say I am sorry but that does not erase deeds done.  I can rationalize my perspective but that does not offer any insight into the mind of the other person.  There is no guide to the path, their reasons, for feeling the way they do against me.  I pray for wisdom … I hold my tongue, when I try too hard to “fix” a relationship; I fail and often make matters worse.

"There is Responsibility."

"You get towards the end of life-no, not life itself, but of something else:  the end of any likelihood of change in that life.  You are allowed a long moment of pause, time enought to ask the question:  what else have I done wrong?"  (163 Julian Barnes The Sense of an Ending)

Rain in Michigan

This morning I woke to the raucous of chirping birds - seemingly delighted with yesterdays evening of rainfall.  I wonder if these tiny feathered species of natural life have an awareness of the delight they share with me?  The male cardinal seemed to be considering my presence as I stepped outside over the door hearth with coffee in hand.  Walking to a chair close to the birdfeeder, my bare feet delight in the moist grass.  Southern Michigan has been suffering a dry spell … how alive the wet result of the previous night mizzle has made my spirit. 

The cardinal immediately diverted his attention when the duller colored female alit on the branch next to him. Off they flew in a chase through the thicket of wet leaves.  Do they know each other?  Was she “his” female?  Lower to the ground, a Ruby-Throated hummingbird spiraled back and forth performing the U pattern mating dance for a female I could not see.  His wings buzzing a sound like the whirring of an electric motor.  Is she “his” female or will any female do?  Does his dance have to contain a certain specialness for her to respond? 

They are busy with propagation of their species.  Secretly, I question if there is a moment in their life when this work is done?  Am I alone a member of a life form that is gifted with years to reflect … time that does not include creating life?

Wine and Love

"Love lies in the soul alone,
     Not in the body, and like wine
Should stimulate our better self
    To welcome gifts of Love Divne." 
                                (Kahlil Gibran)