Rabbit Habit

The street we live on, Flamingo Drive, should be renamed Rabbit Run. There are a gajillon bunnies on our short little avenue. Every morning when we ride to school, little bunnies pop out of every bush and hole. Adorable. Just like this fella. SQUEE!

bunny under the stairs
If we see two bunnies, we call that a Double Bun. Three? Triple Bun Fun. Four? Quad goals.

Except. These rabbits have a habit. Of almost dying! They are a touch suicidal. They run in front of my car. They hear the car and run towards it. Confused.

I, of course, brake when I see any movement. I only go around 15-20 miles an hour because there are some dumb bunnies. I grew up in the country, so I know what it’s like driving around squirrels, rabbits and deer. Once I brake, their spell is broken and they run in the other direction.

Run, bunny! Run!

I watch for bunnies and the Ghosts of Venice (I call them). Old people who drift in and out of the fog. I don’t want any innocent, yet careless, creature’s life in my hands. With the bunnies, I would fear retribution from the multitudes.

Thankfully, I am a cautious driver, always on the alert. 10 and 2, always focused, and keeping an eye on those bunny bushes.

NOT ON MY WATCH, Bun!

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Pine

Oh, pine of the park
Dressed in shaggy sleeves
Delicately laced with needles
Instead of fluttering leaves

Light blue morning clouds
Sunshine filtering through
Bright green on top
What I dream about is you

Birds sing
Breathe in spring
Distant bells ring
You’re my favorite thing

seeds of joy

from 2014:

i was sitting in the line to pick up my daughter from school in the late afternoon. i had the window down, the heater on my feet, music playing and these sweet little seedy puffs of some kind of flower came floating thru and past my window.

with the sun back-lighting the tiny puffs, the cool breezes over my ears, it was a moment of heaven. these are the moments that i hear God whispering to me.

“i’m here,” he says.

so special and wonderful. a moment of peace just for me. thank u God. happiness is in the little things.

i imagined the tiny puffs as a multitude of smiling fairies on their way to a party, waving hello to me. there were just a few to start and then they kept growing and flowing.

glad they didn’t make me sneeze or fly in my mouth. lol

happy.

So Fracking Philosophical at 8 AM EST–Sorry

Christian or not, until we submit to the Power that created us, Universe or God (as long as we struggle against the nature of things?) we will only know strife and pain. If we submit to the higher power of God/Nature, we will become one with the everlasting.

Experience true peace and happiness.

To try and control that which we do not understand will bring inconsolable sadness and eternal, unquenchable desire.

It is futile to rail against the inevitable in pursuit of the inconsequential.

To misinterpret is human. To understand is divine.

We must embrace the overwhelming power of Creator and become Creature. It’s the difference between Heaven and Hell. And the difference between Languidness and Transcendence.

The Jetty

My husband and I, coincidentally, had interviews around the same time yesterday at a local school. We were interviewing for 2 different jobs, but at the same school, around the same time. They must coordinate interviewing for the same day. Totally separate departments and interviewers. Working for the school district in this area is extremely competitive and highly coveted for some reason. Must be the benefits because they don’t pay well. LOL

It was a fun day, riding together, snagging coffee, talking, eating lunch together. After lunch, we headed over to the beach at the jetty. The jetty consists of two rock outcroppings that allow boats to enter an inlet. It’s sort of like the watery landing strip for a small marina, docks, businesses and houses on the shore. The inlet was calm. The water was much greener and lighter than normal, but the waves weren’t ripping through there.

But as soon as we got to the rocks on the south side of the jetty, this is what we saw.

It was fascinating to watch. I assume the ocean is kicking up because of Hurricane Harvey. We don’t have local news and weather, we can’t tune in any area stations on our TV. So we look at weather online and we have a weather radio.

Every time the waves broke on the rocks, our windshield was covered with salt spray. We were parked only 20 feet from the breaking waves. Some people got up on the rocks and filmed the waves coming in. The only thing separating us from the waves was a good low wall of small boulders. It was amazing and little scary.

Wouldn’t want to be in the ocean while the waves are this high, but we saw two parasurfers (parasail with a waterski handle and you ride a surfboard around, they were hauling) yesterday in these high waves. The wind and waves were ripping! OMG! Looks dangerous. I have trouble staying on my feet in low tide on a calm day. LOL I would die if I was caught in this. Instantly. Immediately. I’d be drowned or dashed on the rocks.

If I was parasurfing in this? Death grip on that handle! But I wouldn’t parasurf in this! Crazy.

My thoughts are with Texas as Hurricane Harvey hits. Hope everyone can stay safe.

Beautiful Banyan

Banyan trees
Storybook greens
Fairies reside
In your village of leaves

If I were a child
I’d be lost in your places
Playing for hours
In your cracks and spaces

I sink like stones
Pleasure in your groans
Strange beauty of your bones
In this place I am known

Cradled by your arms
Rocked by your shade
Sing me to sleep
In sheets of memories made

There is peace here
Though stillness is rare
Protection from fear
Relief from care

Thank you, Banyan
I’m inspired by your reach
Exposing your roots
Is a graceful way to teach

 

Divine

Sweep across the swaying stalks
Windmill turns like a carousel horse
Thousands of black birds stream through the sky
On a cyclical solstice southern course

I’m waiting patiently for the very next second
As fairy-like wisps rise over my path
These balloons leave a smile on my teeth
I can taste sweet-smoky drops and drafts

Harbingers of potent memories
Bringers of light, luck, life and love
You’ll never pass this way again
But I remember your return from above