James Taylor Got it Right!

“What will you do with your time?” someone asked.

I’ll watch the chipmunks, and the squirrels, and the rabbits, and the bees, and the spiders as they come, and the spiders as they go, and the woodpeckers, and the dogs, and the walking happy people, and flowers as they bloom, and blooms as they fade, and wildflower blooms with swarms of flying things, and leaves become green, and leaves become brown, and stinkbugs in the winter, and cicadas when it’s hot, and butterflies!! And winter stray kitty as she moves with the sun. And oh!! Ants with piles of earth, I can’t forget them!! You know, stuff like that.

And then, I remember the line from a song, “the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”

 

An Ode to Responsible Stewardship

I sit and "stream" and watch the "NASA Channel" as NASA (through "SpaceX") propels two human beings into outer space.

I wonder why we do this when we yet do not have peace on earth.

How shall we steward the resources of our planet?

Sometimes seemingly for projectiles of death and discovery.

An Ode To Autumn

Every day I find pieces of myself falling to the wayside.
Dreams, habits, friends, accomplishments, failures, successes, sorrows, joys, family, importances, memories, and a little bit of everything of which I thought I was made.
Only the next day to arise anew with more pieces that eventually will fall.
And so, I fancy myself as a tree in the fall, with leaves that will fall, arising anew in the spring.

An Ode to Imagination

My imagination leads me to various places.

Sometimes thoughts, constructs, images, music, plans, visions, imaginations, and all the others, seemingly crystallize before my eyes.

Other times I see catastrophes and perseverate.

Nasty imagination, what a curious friend you are!!

An Ode to Webs

I sit and watch tall plants spread snowflake seeds.

Falling leaves.

Squirrels and chipmunks gathering treats from trees.

Glass threads of spider webs.

Butterflies and hummingbirds.

Ducks gliding to a river rest.

Herons and hawks soaring.

Resting places for flying things rising from garden volunteers.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful web.

And I realize I'm nothing at all.

My To Do List:

Kindness

Justice

Humility

Patience

Forgiveness