Saturday, September 27, 2008
I took a friend to the bus station last night. She's headed way down south for a month and it's not just any vacation or tourist adventure-- it's a long overdue change of venue that she's been looking forward to for months. She was so nervous and so excited that it was contagious -- I almost felt like I was going away, too. She said it was 30 degrees where she was going. It's 15 degrees here! My favourite Haiku poet said it best:
It drizzled all night long and is dark and overcast today. When I went out to fill the bird feeders all the grass, the flowers, shrubs and weeds were covered in tiny beads of water. The world was alive and exhilarating. The corn is fading and drying, the flowers in the garden have put out the last of their blooms and everything is vivid.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
In this journey through the clouds, I want to begin where I am. I live in an area that is rich with sunsets, and though I've always given them a quick and passing admiration, I've never taken the time to really look at them or watch them change. I've spent so much of my life either looking down or looking away, that I've managed to miss most of the beauty of the world. This past summer things began to change for me and I began to finally see the beauty in nature, especially the beauty in the sky; I began to look up and I began to see.
This is what I saw when I looked up tonight.