For Wordless Wednesday.
Great blue
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Daily Prompt: focused.
Walking on Herron Island, there were stellar jays and woodpeckers and small birds flitting fast. Much harder to catch in a focused photograph than the great blue heron standing still. I like the light through the trees anyhow….
A visit to Herron Island this past weekend, and lots of herons. Are they herrons there? Both mornings this heron was fishing from the raft in the early morning.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday 128. I walked past Travis Park in San Antonio going from the hotel to the conference center. I went on both Saturday and Sunday evening and listened to great jazz.
Back to San Antonio. I loved the varying bridges over the River Walk. Each has a different design. Some have birds nesting and others are not as preferred. The bridges have multiple designs and supports and the water is always changing. Walking outside renews me because the world changes all the time, changes of fall now at home.
For the Daily Prompt: leaf.
An old riddle: walk on the dead ones, they rumble and grumble. Walk on the live ones, nary a mumble.
For the Photo Challenge: layered. And today’s poem.
release
I can’t do it, Beloved
or no
I don’t know how, Beloved
release old grief, I am told
I am to have the intention daily
to release old grief
it sits in my throat
aching lump, knot, old
I don’t know how old
is it from before birth
I haven’t looked up whether antibodies
to tuberculosis
cross the placenta
attacking
Kell kills
that is one of the antibodies
that can kill a fetus
I have the grief
a tiger by the tail
at first I was afraid
that releasing it would lose
some core part of myself
that the me I have built
is the nacre, a pearl
wrapped around a core of grief
but Beloved
I try to listen
I try so hard to listen
to have faith
why pay for help
without attempting to follow
the ideas
unless they are so clearly wrong
conversation
with myself
the past the woman the girl the child the fetus
let the grief go
gently
Beloved
maybe I am not gentle enough
full speed ahead
maybe I need to cradle the grief more
rock it, comfort it, thank it
grief, you protected me so much
from the patterns in the family
Beloved
maybe I need to thank the grief
before I let it go
And a more classic pose. Thank you, heron!
For Wordless Wednesday.
Oh, there! This is a yellow crowned night heron. I also photographed a juvenile along Riverwalk, but this adult was in the busy section at 5 pm. About 30 feet up in a tree, but not otherwise hidden. There are ducks and pigeons and sparrows along Riverwalk, but it seems that the herons are thriving too. Bravo for this strip of nature that runs through the city like an oasis, winding among the streets.
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