on the sixth day

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember
how you made it through, how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm,
you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what this storm’s all about.”~Haruki Murakami

“As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.”
― Anthony de Mello Continue reading


jet streams::great salt basin

I’ve been enjoying this three days/three quotes invitation from Woodland Gnome, especially in paring and sharing photographs with quotes from our 7 day drive to Arizona in April, which began in Virginia went through West Virginia, Kentucky, a corner of Tennessee for the crossing of the mighty muddy Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico to Tucson.  We made some numerous right turns, you turns, and lefties to get there as we had an atlas in hand and mapped ourselves as we travelled, despite having made a previous route.  The kids liked the mapping and the atlas and the changes in plans and we discovered that the roads we were driving were the Trail of Tears route, which eventually led us to the Sante Fe Trail along with lots of discussions about who’d been there before us, where did they come from, where we’d been and where we ought to go next. Continue reading

two little birds

For I want to be in the light with you
In those spaces between branches
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
While the children gather pinecones and sing.

In those spaces between branches
Lay your head on my lap
While the children gather pinecones and sing
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs; braid vines around your head.

Lay your head on my lap
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs, braid vines around your head
For I want to be in the light with you.


desert backyard home to lizards
cousins to our water loving salamanders and newty wizards
though consider:: lizards are easier to follow around
they scuttle about on the gritty ground,
to play with newts means getting in the creek
leaf mold, upturned rocks, under rotten logs taking a peek

slick, damp, muddy wet
the air itself all over you’ll sweat,
now lizard where he is it’s hot and dry
butter melts in a few minutes under the clear blue sky
no kidding, in the wrapper it turns to oil
bubbles up once its begun to boil

overflows and dries up so fast
the empty rectangular paper tells the past,
lizard wizard it was great being with you
seeing all the places you hang about too
now it’s back to newts and frogs,
fish in the pond and leaves and logs 🙂