For the Daily Prompt: priceless.
What is more miraculous and priceless then each year’s harvest?
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Category Archives: Beloved
without earbuds 8
I am two blocks from home, walking in my neighborhood (7).
She perches in the top of one of the trees. I zoom in again. Look back at that first picture. She is in one of the tall trees behind the cars, right at the top.
She looks like a very interesting Christmas tree topper.
Blessings, beautiful great blue heron! I think of you along rivers and ponds and swamps, but what a privilege to see you flying to perch in a tree! In three trees! Three blocks from my home!
I feel blessed.
She is one of the many reasons I walk without earbuds and listen and watch for the birds.
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She lands again, in the top of a tree.
peach clouds
Prayers for the flooded and for rescue and care. Sending love. And money.
For the Daily Prompt: critical. It is critical to find everyone who is still lost, flooded, ill.
without earbuds 6
I am walking in my neighborhood without earbuds (5).
My neighbor bird takes off again. I catch her with my camera, barely.
And she lands again.
flooded
I wrote this after the tsunami in Japan. I was thinking about PTSD and triggers and being overwhelmed. And the flooding now in Texas….
Flooded
I cry because
the laundry overflowed
the sewer blocked again
we might have to pull up the floor
and lay it down a third time
I hate the laundromat
water runs across the floor
as fast as the tsunami
crossing the fields
crushing the houses
catching the trucks
in Japan
I cry because
I have to ask for help again
Help comes
but the memories of asking
when it didn’t
help didn’t come
and I was abandoned or humiliated
rise up and overwhelm me
I am flooded
I am helpless
someone help those people
The shaking earth is bad enough
But the ocean rolling inland
Over all
Breaking all
Beams to toothpicks
Those are the memories that rise up
And flood me
I think of the soldiers
and victims of wars and disasters
and PTSD
tsunami
of memory
previously published on everything2.com
For the Daily Prompt: memorize. In PTSD, the memories are not what people want to memorize.
musicΒ Randy Newman Louisiana 1927
without earbuds 5
…to land in a tree across the street from me. She cranes her neck to look at me. Am I a weird relative? Am I holding a bird captive? Where are my wings?
Where are my wings? I want to know too.
without earbuds 4
I am walking without earbuds (3).
I am debating whether to walk closer, and continuing to make my pteradactyl noises, when my bird takes flight.
And flies over me, to land….
without earbuds 3
Oh! My mystery bird lands in a tree. A big tree. And I zoom in.
Is this a bird that you think of in trees?
I am walking without earbuds, watching and listening.
I take pictures and walk closer. This bird is silent, but I try to imitate it’s call. It knows I am watching, though I am a block away….
For the Daily Prompt: enamored.
without earbuds 2
I took this photograph when I first saw the bird. Not in focus. I am lucky I even caught it.
What is it? Can you tell?
I am walking without earbuds, looking and listening for birds. This is three blocks from home.
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