September 30, 2025

 haiku's birthday.  

He would be have been 22 years. RIP, sweet imp!

Life Lesson #10,929

 

Sometimes it is as simple as looking up at the exact right moment.  Otherwise you might miss the left eye of a buck.  

A mop of pollen

for a hat, imagine that.  What other silly rhymes have you encountered today for which you are not so pleased.  Check your email.  

Zeroing

                      in on the subtleties  of a purple dahlia.  For instance, the light in its centerfold.  What subtlety needs to be scene in this moment?  

 

Organic serotonin

I imagine the words Freddy and Fritz are dreaming-up for me.

 

Like people, some places

 immediately attract you and wish only to linger.  Here's to those people, to those spaces.  

 

Sometimes a tree,

especially its roots, need the assurance of a sky.  This eucalyptus has found  home.  

 

The good news:

 

No coyote will get this outdoor kitty.  

My favorite landscape

And guesses?  Sub-Zero refrigerator at night.  Tempered by the outside influence of color, of course.

How many landscapes do you encounter in a single day?   

 

Light

 and the interior landscape they create.  

Incongruous

 

 yet necessary.  Take a quick look around you.  How many other examples have you spotted.  

Infrastructure

 

and the shadows they cast.  Shoring up the landscape although the "lock" seems open.  

As light lessens

we need to learn from light's lessons.  We need an anchor.  Perhaps, be that anchor for each other. 

 

Something magical about seahorses

 Even on dry land, seahorses undulate.  On the water, the city of Benicia seems to undulate; feels like a vacation town.  

Incongruous

 Some words can stand on their own.

POV

Who is telling this story?  Who isn't listening?  Can a point of view ever be neutral?   Don't expect to get that answer from the news.  
 

Docked & tethered

 Yet, the spirit of sailing intact.  

Sometimes

 things don't go as planned.  Is there a plan B here? 

This is the first line of your memoir

Imagine that.  

 

Taking in

the outside from the inside.  Later the three will consult with the one yet to come inside.   

 

Fallen olive tree

Gnarled.  Prehistoric animal.  A cave for air.  A valentine to absences.  I stand in its center and breathe.  

 

Yearly pilgrimage

 

S.F. Dahlia Garden with my friend Kim.  A yearly pilgrimage.  I'm thinking how friendship is fractal.  Beautiful.  Simple & complex.  And always, always, in the moment.  

Just what Monday needs

 

A fabric pinwheel.  Just like Monday, setting the week in motion.  

Consider

what the simple lets in.  What the simple lets out.  Breath.  

The soul of a succulent.

 It's life-force putting out a new shoot, ready for flowering.  Worth watching.  Worth the wait.  

It was the bee who showed me

the withered edge of the fried egg poppy.  Those petals like sheaves of paper.  Delicate yet tensile.  The bee, determined.  
 

Looking at the blurry

with soft eyes.  I dwell on the pink exclamation mark.  I think today needs hope.  I put down the news about the tsunami warning.  Water for good and for bad.  

In the moment

 only this moment.

What is the facial expression of a human

 when she/he achieves this sense of calm, inter-connected peace?  

Freddy on right; Fritz on the left.   

Right now the world is rocky and explosive

 Who would have thought, comfort can come from boiling water in a cast iron skillet. 

Purification, of sorts.  Cathartic.

Calligraphic message

A teapot is a container of wisdom.  

tea leaves

unfurl

cats

sleep

all is well 

well, not quite...

 

Zeroing-in on details

Makes the object a thing of narrative-memory.  Turns an object into an abstraction.  

Side-by-side

 Life and death on the same plant.  Death is as large as the living.  Both exquisite in their particulars.  

Tenacity

 In all forms of nature.  Lots to learn in the spilling of dirt; in the disruption of concrete.  

The day begins its moving inward

into evening.  You can see if happening.  But can you feel it change?  

 

Comfort

 What feeds memory:  running water, flowers and the light which illuminates.  

The eye of a flowers

 glimpses its own imagination.  Imagine that!

If flowers were coral fish

 We all know, coral fish are underwater flowers, don't we?  What else do we all know, especially about the freedom of choice?  

It's that time of year

 When paper and sun meet at the intersection of "happy."  

Adventure galore

 

inside an empty bowl.  Perhaps, even the first paragraph of a novel.  Or a treasure map.  Who  doesn't love an adventure. By the way, what do you think seasonal fruits' perspective is on an empty bowl?  Or a bowl brimming with seasonal abundance?  

Rapt and rapture

We can imagine the offscreen object of fascination. (Hint, has wings.  Has a beak). Meanwhile the bird (Matilda) in plain sight, ignored.  How like humans!  

 

Head on fire

 

or is this purple hair on a cyclops?   You choose.  I'm with you on this.  

Why do extremely large tires fascinate me.

Or very tall trees?  Very tall people, too.

 

A thistle in the sun

 Tonight, let's have pasta and carciofi.  I'll pick some basil.  You get the rosemary.  Let's rendezvous at 6.  

Frozen in time --

labyrinth-like fingerprint.  Much to think about as the upright oaks in the field across the way spill shadows like runes.