contrary moments, certainly

"Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity..."

Good morning,


Rooster crowing out back, moon glowing-sun trying to overcome the horizon. Moon yields eventually to sun's new day...

..."As for the moon- too early she rises
in a golden way hypnotizing me, early yawns follow-
triumphantly she glows

When sun and moon together compress the day between horizons of awe and wonder-
daylight beaten, I surrender..."

And this wonderful occurence happens every day, whether we are aware or not- up she comes and down he goes, or vice versa. I need to be more aware, more minute by minute-my mind sometimes runs in circles, getting my back up...silly, really. Absurdities of life making me listen when all I want to do is turn the music up...louder. To drown out blunders and thunderous blah from legal folks-too many twists for this simple mind, and the language spoken by such tongues...huh? If I could have but one wish granted today, a selfish one I suppose...say what you mean, what the hell are you trying to say? Speaka da english, not the jargin that costs hundreds of dollars an hour...geez! (Ol'true is getting a little fed up these days with politicians, attorneys, insurance companies and liars.) Still...my simple mind translates what my heart will not bear- stack up all the absurdities against that sunrise, the very one coming up at this moment...is this not a brand new beautiful day? And my heart says, "OH Yes!"
Experiencing absurdity does not mean one has to keep it, roll with it, or even carry it all that far. So- I'll leave it to the moon, down she goes...bet she turns it into a fabulous show again this evening. Hopelessness into hope-sun and moon together and everything in between. Yep. Yes.

Go Ahead, Make My Day
(...though do pray if you please, that true here does not lose her temper, lose her composure, because my friends, I am due...and those who tempt me with more absurdity might just get more than they bargained for from a generally kind, nice lady who is getting filled up to the gills with it.)
Thanks. Be kind, take care-

Big Fish

I'd put my thinking cap on if I could find it. Or even my typing gloves, they're missing too. Isn't there a Saint of sorts that I should pray to, bring in to this room(spiritually speaking)say "Hey brother, could you find those things for me?", Amen.

The thing on my mind this morning, the only thing it seems is a big fish. It jumped in my boat of dreams last night, and I wasn't even fishing! Made all the other fish seem small,colorless -in my lifetime of fishing, I had never seen nor even realized that such big,beautiful fish existed. But this one, this heavenly sort -swam right up to me many moons ago, and I remember thinking this creature seems so large, looming and kind of scary. And besides, I had put my pole away-no more fishing, or baiting, certainly no trolling- fishing was just not my sport. So what does one do when the scales shine so? When the heart there, beneath the scales is bold and poetic and makes me miss something that I had never even found before?(How does one miss something one never had?!) Sure is a dilemma- this darned old big fish, do I throw it back? Do I tell it to swim away? Come again some other day? I surely don't know the answer to all the questions-all I know is my little pond here was becoming smooth as glass, no ripples hardly-and I found that comforting, safe. And now this big splash, ripples everywhere-to soon, or not soon enough...go away big fish, there is only water enough in my little pond for me. (But then again, fishermen(women)lie just a little, especially when it concerns big fish-you know, the one that got away...) Maybe I just need to wear waders for awhile, hope the farm store carries them in a heart high style- with industrial strength suspenders! See you again tomorrow, if I find that thinking cap. Take care-