Drop in the Bucket

It is raining - today it started as a damp, then a sprinkle and now its really coming down. The trees are loving it but the cat won't go outside.

The power of water is amazing - rain falls, water evaporates, rises and makes more rain to fall. Our watery orb suspended in space is a marvel, a miracle of a planet. The watery cells of our body (held together by god knows what) cheer when the rain falls, I believe, as we are mostly water. And what of the desert dweller, the ones who see no water. do they dream of it?

Tears fall and the River of Sorrow fills and courses toward our destiny. Think of our blood! We melt into puddles of fear or freeze into pillars of salt and ocean waves mark time. We are but a drop in the bucket.

Nearer the Fear

I think one of the most challenging endeavors is to sit and write only what is true - not only is it sometimes difficult to discern the truth, it can take quite a bit of time as one must pause to question every sentence.  The mind is a trickster, it leadeth me into swampy lowlands.

Its effortless to list one's pet peeves, there are so many from which to choose - hair in the soap, sand on the floor, guests arriving empty handed, flowers dead in a vase, books with dirty pages, kids with filthy faces, and on and on.  And one can easily identify that which brings joy - the sounds of water and birdsong, color in the landscape, an unexpected kiss, a taste of a sweet creamy anything, and the smile of a loved one.  Its the in between that  troubles me sometimes.  The flow of the mundane that seems endless and eternal, nothing to rock the boat, no swells - where is the truth in that?

The Cat's Fur

Claudia the Cat likes to hike the mile with us.  In the afternoon we head down the road to the turn around and if she hears us she will follow and her long fur flows and bobs as she picks up speed reminding me of a show dog, an Afgan or a Lhasa.  She is a clean beauty, this cat; black with white feet and a moustache and a long white bib.  I think how great it would be to BE her - low to the ground, swift and svelte with a penchant for Friskies Ocean Whitefish Savory Shreds.  Ah yes, I might adore the simple life of a cat, bringing beauty and pleasure to humans and terror to rodents and small stupid birds.
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