Today it is warm and sunny. Lovely and gorgeous to the senses. A shimmering green carpet of grass has been unrolled from my patio to where the trees begin below. The trees fill the valley like mounds of lush green pompoms all the way across the floor to the blue mountains which trap them in and keep them from spreading any further. They would, you know. Like the little puffs from a cottonwood in wet spring; roll on the air, float up and out, tickling noses as they pass, onward and outward to that place where they can settle. Sink into the loamy earth. Become something bigger. Become more. Become.
I imagine that is me now. A fuzzy, fragile cottonwood seed floating at the whim of the wind, aiming with no rudder. Hoping my progress on the current will be enough to get me to where I want to go. To bring me to that perfect place of protection where I can make my stand. Where I will reach the deep blue of the sky. Hold it in my hand.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
The Real First Day
Life and time. Are they separate things or just reflections of one upon the other like two mirrors placed face to face, echoing on into eternity whatever stumbles into the space between? I wonder.
Today is an exciting day where I live. I took my morning cup of coffee, opened the sliding door to my patio and was hit with the unmistakable gleeful noise of a far away mass of elementary-age children letting it all out; letting the joy and excitement in their hearts ring out high into the air. They are two miles from my hilltop home. I can't see them with my eyes, and yet the thrill and elation in their hearts is being carried high up to my ears. You see, today is the last day of school before their summer break begins. There is no other day like this.
I can see the reflection of my life and time. I imagine just what the children might be doing down there where I can't see them, can only hear their happiness. I imagine them jumping as far and as fast as they can, bouncing along the trimmed green grass with scratchy potato sacks pulled high up to their little armpits as their friends stand all along the sidelines and scream them on to victory, peels of laughter bubbling into the sky as they fall and tumble over each other instead. I picture them running with their messy-hair heads tilted back and shiny metal spoons stuck for a fleeting moment to their child-shaped noses...more cheers and screams and jubilant laughter as the spoons inevitably tumble to the grass. And now, they must be trying through their hysterical wonderful laughter to "walk" on those skinny, pasty, little arms from one line on the grass aaaaaaaaaall the way to the other as one of their pint-sized comrades holds their feet in the air as if they are a human wheelbarrow. I want to yell to them, "Stiffen up! Don't fall over! Don't let both arms bend at once!" Many grass sandwiches will be tasted today!
The last day of school is the very best day. It's set up that way. And this morning, as I sit on my patio facing the most wonderful view of my city, I hear the sounds of the children's joy and I peer back and forth between my life and my time and I am once again filled with all the excitement of the last day of school and the real first day of summer.
Today is an exciting day where I live. I took my morning cup of coffee, opened the sliding door to my patio and was hit with the unmistakable gleeful noise of a far away mass of elementary-age children letting it all out; letting the joy and excitement in their hearts ring out high into the air. They are two miles from my hilltop home. I can't see them with my eyes, and yet the thrill and elation in their hearts is being carried high up to my ears. You see, today is the last day of school before their summer break begins. There is no other day like this.
I can see the reflection of my life and time. I imagine just what the children might be doing down there where I can't see them, can only hear their happiness. I imagine them jumping as far and as fast as they can, bouncing along the trimmed green grass with scratchy potato sacks pulled high up to their little armpits as their friends stand all along the sidelines and scream them on to victory, peels of laughter bubbling into the sky as they fall and tumble over each other instead. I picture them running with their messy-hair heads tilted back and shiny metal spoons stuck for a fleeting moment to their child-shaped noses...more cheers and screams and jubilant laughter as the spoons inevitably tumble to the grass. And now, they must be trying through their hysterical wonderful laughter to "walk" on those skinny, pasty, little arms from one line on the grass aaaaaaaaaall the way to the other as one of their pint-sized comrades holds their feet in the air as if they are a human wheelbarrow. I want to yell to them, "Stiffen up! Don't fall over! Don't let both arms bend at once!" Many grass sandwiches will be tasted today!
The last day of school is the very best day. It's set up that way. And this morning, as I sit on my patio facing the most wonderful view of my city, I hear the sounds of the children's joy and I peer back and forth between my life and my time and I am once again filled with all the excitement of the last day of school and the real first day of summer.
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