Looking Up and Looking Down

While I was looking at this, everyone else was looking at the variety of plants on the trail. “Oh feel this one! It’s so soft! I was not expecting that one!” Etc.

My mind, my eyes, was just not on the details. It’s the big picture for me. The general goodness or the general badness. Others help me remember that little things make up the big things. And sometimes those little things need appreciation, too.

So yeah, I stopped rolling my eyes, walked back 50 paces and felt the surprising and unique little Coloradoan plants.

Packing


I am packing for a four-day weekend with wedding deal and all I have so far is the shoes for the wedding part.  I dress from the shoes up.  It’s been an hour and a half.  What have I been doing?  Watching “This is the Voice!” or something?  (I do advise always singing the theme song for that show instead of just saying the name.  It’s exciting that way.)  Maybe I’m supposed to leave it all behind.  The dog days are over.  It’s summer.  Lighten up.  Come on, kid, throw some stuff in a bag.

Untitled and Borrowed

San Fransisco, California (c) 2011 JEH

When I am undone, untitle me–
deline me, borrow me from another
idea of me.  Paint me the colors
you see me.  Draw me the shapes I move
through.  Any fabric that covers
or uncovers is fine and will
work out in the end for I
am undone and need to be bent–
to some other form of me–
the still untitled me.

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