I’ve seen them by the thousands.
Always zigging & zagging through the air.
But today the swallow sits still.
I thought swallows were like some people I know.
Always moving, always busy.
Just like I was in many chapters of my life.
“Human Doing”.
Now I sit
Inhale, exhale
Now I sit
“Human Being”
Ever changing beauty.
Morning fog has washed her clean.
Pale blue skies skim steel blue waters
as Humpbacks spout along their way.
Swallows slices silky sky
while flowers dance and sway.
Why am I so blessed this day?
Like the towering tree.
Many round rings.
Deep tap root.
Twisted trunk.
Branch hanging from limb.
I move with the wind
Tribes moved to her rhythm
But the dancing has stopped
Mother Nature obscured
Tribal hearts cry
Spirit ancestors
Let us dance again
Today is her birthday
No not Ms. America My Mom Born in Eire Turned 96 Her Mother told her long ago.... "You're so sickly you'll live to be 90" Worked in London 1945 Only building left standing for 3km She danced Upstairs ballroom, downstairs Irish Seems the Irish were always downstairs Crossed the Atlantic in 1954 Had a room far down the stairs Dragged the pram up those stairs For seven days Baby needed fresh air Had good intentions Learn your timestables Do the dishes Get a paper route Fireworks fill the sky
Easy to become one.
Not so easy to be one.
Unconditional love is required.
Arrows to the heart inspired.
Surrender is mandatory.
You hope……
those stories.
those hugs.
those laughs.
those checks.
those words of encouragement…helped them on their journey.
In the end.
Only a Father knows the truth in his soul
As arrows dissolve
In a heart full of love
On a trail above the sea
He is walking toward me
Limping but determined in his old brown coat
A steady pace
Step by step
Limp by limp
Bright brown eyes meet mine
To busy moving forward to do much else
Frayed green Frisbee in his mouth
Young pup in an old brown coat
Goldmine abandoned.
Hatchling too.
Wind swept sycamores.
Leaves cover ground.
Swirling wind in the void.
Exposing long buried woe.
Not loved, No love but dog.
But love found again.
A Mother Lode.
Then a dark moonless night.
Not even a glimmer of gold.
When the sun rises we can see.
Rejoice, Rejoice.
The gold is always in the mine.
Just look inside…..behold.
Walking the fields.
3 year old lad lags far behind.
Gently holding a flowering branch.
Pure intent.
Watching, Watching.
Vibrant color moving across leaves.
Absorbed in the moment.
He does not interfere.
Watching, Watching.
Ladybugs on branch.
Child’s fascination.
Bush.
Flower.
Child.
Beauty of the moment.
Watching, Watching.
Swallows streaking.
Silently swooping.
Sweeping side to side.
Ballerinas without shoes.
Dance in dimming rays.
Silently above green grasses.
Acrobats, Angels…
Dancing through the trees.
Caressing the Earth’s curves.
Picking off insects mid-air
