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Tag Archives: life
all the lives…
little village.
brightest.
ride along.
stopping for an oil change
on my way home from school
the tech went to open my hood
pausing to tell me
i had a ‘little friend’ traveling along with me
a praying mantis
who had hunkered down and hung on just below my windshield
he very carefully opened the hood
the mantis hopped up on the windshield wiper
hung out while my oil was changed
just taking it all in
other people came over to check him out
still he held his ground
the tech carefully closed the hood when finished
trying to very gently coax the mantis to go back to his safe spot
before i drove off
but the mantis would not be deterred
hung on as i drove to the book store
then i drove toward home
with my very special hood ornament
my ride along
even still hanging on
gone when i got home
perhaps he hopped off
stopping to visit a town along the way
i hope it was the adventure of a lifetime.
—
“the truth is
you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.
life is a crazy ride,
and nothing is guaranteed.”
-eminem
long weekend.
on the long weekend
some of everything
sharing a spaghetti dinner with family
relaxing with friends at the lake
by the fire
waking up to a morning moon
a visit to the renaissance festival
cavorting with royalty, vikings, faerie folk, gnomes, jesters, magicians, musicians, artisans, knights, peasants, horses, dogs, dancers, warriors, barbarians, huns, lords and ladies…
and on the third day, she rested.
“on a long weekend, the possibilities are endless,
and we have the freedom to do as much or as little as we please.”
– unknown
enthusiasm.
new paths.
move-in.
it’s that time of year again
move-in week
the uni students have newly arrived or returned
for a year of who knows what lies ahead
the stores, the streets, the students
are full of excitement, fear, questions, hopes
and a broom, a big mirror, and a case of ramen noodles or two.
—
“i move in the university of the waves.”
-pablo neruda
dove.
why does the dove sit and visit
day after day
her answer is
this rustic nest
built atop the rail
tucked way beneath the tomato plant
a safe and shaded home
for the baby doves
soon to be welcomed into the world.
—
“and there my little doves did sit
with feathers softly brown
and glittering eyes that showed their right
to general nature’s deep delight.”
-elizabeth barrett browning














