A vein of quartz in the rock on the beach in the early morning this week.
I have new friends.
Nothing is lost without something else being gained. When you put a bucket in the water and pull it up, no hole is left. The water equilibrates. The water rushes in to the new hole and there is swirling and chaos for a bit and then you can’t tell.
I took coffee in to my yard yesterday morning. I didn’t feel like eating much for the two days before that. I felt more like drinking alcohol but I pay a lot of attention to that urge. I drank some but stopped. There is way too much of that history in my family.
Caffeine, now. Also addictive. I’ve quit caffeine a couple of times. I quit back in medical school because my stomach hurt. Second year I kept falling asleep in the lectures. I tried standing up through them and woke up sliding sideways down the wall. I wonder if people laughed. Everyone was sick of sitting in that room, one floor up from the first year, and trying to learn an impossible amount of information. I don’t think people did laugh. We were all in the same boat after all. If they laughed, it was the laugh of recognition.
So I gave up and sat back down and took notes and fell asleep. My notes would trail off down the page at 40 minutes in to the lecture. Over and over and over. But there might be some advantages to hearing medicine in a dream state. Who knows?
My friends came while I was drinking coffee. Four pine siskins. I have named the first three Winken, Blinken and Nod. The fourth one showed up a little late. That one is Bill. Blinken is very fat and I suspect will appear abruptly thin after the eggs are laid.
A pair of juncos joined them. The feeder got a little bit chaotic when a house sparrow showed up. I thought there was a fifth pine siskin but I realized that this one had a pale pink hood: the lady of the house sparrow pair was present. Then my song sparrow, who sings every morning from across the street, came in. He and I have sung back and forth for years.
I have not seen a lady song sparrow yet. Or maybe she slipped in and out, she will be a little difficult to distinguish from the lady house sparrow and the pine siskins.
What joy to have new friends. I think I will have to fill the feeder every two or three days. It is spring and there will soon be new mouths to feed and everyone is hungry.
The photograph is not from my yard. It is from a wilder place, that is very beautiful.
There is a song, the laugh of recognition, on this album: https://stores.portmerch.com/overtherhine/music/the-long-surrender-cd.html
The whole album helps me to grieve.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: tracery.
This is the dream that wakes me this morning. Before I went to sleep last night I asked for a dream. It’s when I am writing the dream out this morning that I realize that it’s my sister’s birthday. She died of cancer in 2012. Memory and dreams as tracery.
I am in a group of people on a platform. It is dark around us. It reminds me of a platform from a ropes course. In the ropes course we had to balance it. A rectangular platform on a log roller, held somewhat at the corners to keep it from dumping us entirely. A group version of a balance board. The trick is really that everyone has to stand still and only one person moves, very small amounts, until it is balanced.
But we are dancing in the dream. We are dancing, but people are uncomfortable. I am not sure why. Perhaps because we were dancing all together but individually and now there is a couple dancing. I realize that people are halting, worried.
I want them to be comfortable. I gesture to an older man. He comes towards me. His wife is there. He and I start dancing but I realize right away that this doesn’t make people more comfortable. They are less comfortable and even the other couple dancing stops. We are lit from above with darkness all around. No spot light follows us, so we move in and out of the light.
As soon as I realize that nearly everyone is uncomfortable, I stop my partner. He is an excellent dancer but that is not what is important here. I move with him back towards his wife and I sit on the platform. They sit as well. The other people around us relax. That is what they want, to sit, to talk quietly, to listen. That is what will make everyone comfortable. The others are settling around us, relieved.
I wake up.
For Wordless Wednesday.
Voting weather too. Please vote.
For the Daily Prompt: dim.
Here are two other low light pictures. These are taken with my phone, so low pixels in low light.
oooo I am on the wrong Daily Prompt day….ha.
I took the photographs hiking Mount Townsend last July 2017.
When I got the tsunami warning, I wondered if there was anything I should pack.
The only thing I could think of is Boa Cat.
And then I thought about my emergency supplies, people at our nursing home (close to sea level) and my water filters. I drank tea and felt like I should be tearing up sheets for bandages, or doing something useful.
I decided that the most useful thing was to be quiet and wait.
Boa Cat relaxed when the warning was cancelled.
My poems start with a problem, an idea, a worry. I never know where it will go when I start. This poem started with wanting to leave in a positive way and started with the title. So how could I leave but leave with kindness? And what would I leave?
So it is a song. And should include sign language, I think….
I shall leave you
I shall leave you with a song
I shall leave you with music
I shall leave you with a picture
I shall leave you with voice upraised
I leave you with a song
I leave you with music
I leave you with a picture
I leave you with voice upraised
I leave you a song
I leave you music
I leave you a picture
I leave you voice upraised
I leave a song
I leave music
I leave a picture
I leave voice upraised
leave a song
leave a picture
leave a voice upraised
a voice upraised
For Wordless Wednesday.
I propose a quiet week.
I propose a week off.
No attention: that is, a week where we do not mention He Who We Are Tired Of.
We don’t read the twitter
We interview the laundry worker at the White House.
“How are things?”
“Quiet. Today we are bleaching.”
“Wow, those sheets are really white.”
“Yes. They are.”
We interview a gardener at the White House.
“How are things?”
“There is a mole in the South Lawn.”
“Wow. Is that a problem?”
“Not really. Someone could step in a hole and hurt an ankle.”
“Are you using poison?”
“Oh, no, that wouldn’t be nice. We’ve done research and a live capture will move her to a really beautiful meadow in Alexandria. The owner likes moles. We send some South Lawn dirt along to keep her from being upset. We’re been very successful with this program, no complaints.”
“None have come back?”
“The bridges are a bit much for moles. They haven’t tried though, they usually find Alexandria quieter. The Easter Egg hunt is a bit stressful for moles, all those crowds.”
“That’s great! How wonderful.”
“Yes, all quiet here. I love my job.”
“Well, that’s the White House and Washington, DC update for today. Tomorrow we talk to a congressional window washer. They have an amazing view!”
For the Daily Prompt: trademark.