I put this week’s post on my poetry site, Poetiosity. All about trust.
There were under a dozen people at the Village Clerk’s office when I went in late this afternoon to vote. The election volunteers were polite and helpful. I’ve voted. Voting early was one of the smarter things I’ve done lately.
I’m ready for Fall. I think. Like I have a choice in the matter or any way to control the change of seasons. It does seem early, though, to see leaf changes. I expect the real changes to be in October (the best month).
I don’t have nearly the problem with winter that a lot of people do, and it makes me think of the Serenity Prayer: “the things I cannot change.”
Unlike what most people think of as the goal of a prayer, I think this one is always talking to my self even though it starts out with the word “God.”
My biggest problem, of course, is the lack of that “wisdom to know the difference.”
I posted a new poem on my other site. A welcome poem for my new Grand Nephew.
A volunteer plant showed up in a flower bed at work. These are corporate flower beds with Stella D’Oro daylillies, dwarf yews, and well-trimmed flowering plum trees. I noticed what looked like the biggest dandelion seed puff I’d ever seen.
I had to look online to see what it was. Salsify. A root vegetable that tasks somewhat likes oysters, supposedly. I’m regularly reminded how much variety there is in our planet’s flora.
I don’t think this was planted intentionally — there are two plants in the bed — but they haven’t been pulled out by the corporate “gardeners.” Unlike a home gardener, maybe they don’t know it doesn’t belong.
What is it with signs? It must be a low-level, human mind feature, since it’s been well documented since — well, since we’ve been documenting ourselves.
Saturday, driving to Chicago and whelmed by my pirates, this sun halo rode along with me. along I90. Sure, it’s light refracted through the ice crystals of the cirrus clouds that morning. Is it also a sign of a benevolent universe? Is it a message from a higher power?
How about something I noticed on my body just recently? A couple weeks ago I was reading Ruby (by Cynthia Bond – superb book BTW). A wise-woman character grabs Ruby’s hand, points to her palm, and says she has the Star of the Mystic mark, that she can’t avoid her fate. I glanced over at my own right hand holding the book. I see a star shape in the lines on my own palm.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” – Henry David Thoreau
Of course, I’ve looked at my hands all of my life and not seen that. Does it matter? Does it mean anything? Or is it only valuable because I see it and I think it does?
Do you believe you can be kind and be clever and witty, too?