I've been in a musing mood this week on my personal Facebook page, and thought, hey, I'll share them here -- because sometimes leftovers taste better when they have a day or two to soak in the fridge.
me, is there anything more wonderful than walking the garden path as
bees, wasps, moths, and butterflies travel parallel alongside? They are
like close friends keeping you company in the silent cacophony of a
morning meandering. Wake the world. Break into blossom.
bumblebees on the sunflowers out my office window. Their flights from
bloom to bloom are erratic to me, yet I know they are simply feeling
their way to the next flower -- ultraviolet light on petals, oppositely
charged pollen. And just as I was typing this a goldfinch landed on a
bud and began stabbing at something (eating ants?). A black-capped
chickadee also landed and the two birds flapped and screamed at each
other a few moments until the chickadee retreated. The finch soon flew
off to another sunflower, then toward the garden, allowing the chickadee
to come back. Plant sunflowers by your windows!
remind me of August 1995 when I was scared out of my mind arriving for
college in Indiana. It was so hot and my dorm had no a/c. I spent hours
outside alone on a bench or drove to a park, and the cicadas pierced
their echo into my heart while I cried, longing to be home again. I feel
that anxiety today as I hear the cicadas in Nebraska, but I also feel
the hope and excitement of later years, of growing up and becoming
myself -- which must be the most frightening thing any of us can do. I
can't wait to meet my college freshman in a month and help them (and
push them to the place / people they will become).
that time of year when one has to be careful walking the garden;
invisible threads of spider anchor lines cross in the least expected
places. How do they drape these webs seemingly out in the middle of
nowhere? Their silk is many times stronger than kevlar, holds droplets
of dew that sparkle like flat chandeliers, then tear apart as the
morning winds strengthen. Hunger. Purpose. Design. Loss. Repeat.
Everything that we are a spider was long before.