I digress...

A plethora of images and unfinished musings and wonderings from late winter into spring

The sky is weeping its requiem for winter this morning. Shall we go out and keep it company?

I used to think time was the greatest gift, but we can passively wait out time without giving attention to what matters, like a marriage that outlives care and understanding.

What if we owe our lives

to trash trees

and anonymous chickens?

Open question: Whether the most reckless and radical decisions I've made are turning out to be my salvation. Do we all need some foolishness to save us from our own foolishness?

I'm writing up a pre-naptial agreement.

Why was I abusively brainwashed into perceiving normal humanness as shameful and contemptible? Perhaps life inside their walls (and their minds) was so unpleasant that they had to paint an extreme picture of the world outside their walls (and their minds) to keep us from defecting. Perhaps we don't see the world how it is; perhaps we see it how we are.

Three orgasms: One for the Father, one for the Son, one for the Holy Spirit, Amen.

“I sacrificed myself to keep you from having to feel what you didn't want to feel and do what you didn't want to do. I'm no longer willing to do that.” Take note of the period at the end of that sentence. Said with utmost kindness.

Things I love more than gold, silver, and jewels:

The sound, sight, smell, feel, and taste of rain in the woods.

Raindrops on any living thing.

The three puddles at the end of our driveway after a rain.

The sky and trees reflected in the three puddles at the end of our driveway after a rain.

Saying the words "I don't care" doesn't absolve us of responsibility. Not caring doesn't absolve us of responsibility.

Every tree with more panache in its shadow than most of us can muster for special occasions.

Love is the only container sturdy enough to hold all the healing that needs to happen. Surely an essay in one sentence?

The breeze after dark is of the wild and cannot be trusted to stay within the bounds of proper deportment for young women. It is of the still-growing and once-growing things and the rain two hills away.

Short-term goal: To bear the unbearable and tolerate the intolerable.

Long-term goal: To let my actions speak love louder than my words.

Kneeling as embodied humility.

With the exception of the photo of me taken at Muddy Run Park in Holtwood, PA by my dear friend and trusty ramble companion Carole, all photos taken by me in New Providence, PA, Climbers Run Nature Preserve in Pequea, PA, Muddy Run Park in Holtwood, PA, Mill Creek Falls Nature Preserve in Airville, PA, Steinman Run Nature Preserve in Holtwood, PA, Trout Run Nature Preserve in Pequea, PA, Martic Township Park in Pequea, PA, and the Enola Low Grade Trail in Providence Township and Martic Township, PA, USA.

Listen to this delicate, reflective song: The Path That Winds Before Us by Karine Polwart & Dave Milligan

“The way we are living,

timorous or bold,

will have been our life.”

~Seamus Heaney