Response Able

September 10, 2019.  This is Mary Oliver’s 84th birthday.  This is also a day of numerous stirring poems in my morning read … including cats with whom I have a life-long close affinity (thank you, Cate) and Karma (thank you, LuAnne).   Synchronicity arrived to tie it all together nicely: my cat Brie delivering an opportunity to practice good karma on behalf of a not-yet-adult green anole.  (I call those lizzies.)

Cate’s poem: https://zenofhen.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/unbecoming-2/ 

LuAnne’s poem:  https://intentionalinterplay.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/karma-dharma/ 

No camera in hand when I went to investigate Brie’s yowls.  And when I returned with camera, my subject was hiding deep, deep in the succulents.  Hence, this image is a collage of today’s planter with prior lizzie as stand-in.

Moon Amused

April 30, 2019. How to convey a magical experience? I was so into it while it lasted that “make a video” never occurred to me. The image here (collage of a prior moon photo with clip-art) hopefully conveys the impression of moving along at eye-level with the Good Friday full moon – view constantly bouncing due to varying swag of heavy black power lines. What a start to a weekend camping trip with a loooong drive down to Seminole Canyon State Park (West of Del Rio Tx). Who knew Austin’s I-35 offered a moon-viewing deck?

Blanket Thoughts

January 28, 2018.   This poem (for my mother, on the anniversary of her death) was triggered by the surprise appearance of her blanket.  Our kitten managed to tug this particular blanket out from the bottom of a stack of blankets and quilts … and leave it where I would step on it getting into bed.  I don’t believe in coincidence – I lean toward synchronicity, and I went to bed (but not to sleep!) with Mother, the blanket, and numerology swirling.  Mother was 28 when I was born, so she lived 28 years without me.  She has been gone now for 28 years, so I have lived 28 years without her.  Also intriguing, I am now the age she was at death.  A lot to contemplate on a cold night.  I got up and wrote this poem!