Dragonflies are helicopters

Where the dragonflies are helicopters and the weeds are wildflowers, this is where I had a late lunch today.... Thank You Mother Nature. I Love You...

Tan Lines and Peace Signs

I fell asleep.
Toes in the water and hands plopped up across the oar I had laid across my lap
I woke up when I bounced into a fallen tree.
The next morning after showering, I noticed I had a tan line...
an inverted tattoo.
Circular and cocked sideways.
The tan may fade and the lines may blur together again on the canvas of my skin, as I soon will be heading to the beach.
But hopefully the peace will continue to soak right into the fiber of my being...

It's Not Too Late...Find Your Peace

It's Not Too Late.
It's a missed perception.

ITSNOT2L8.
It's a canoe.
A vessel.
A means to get to an end.

I painted those words on Independence Day...last year.
A month after serving the man I was married to with papers and a month before our second big date with the judge.

'Why'd you name it that? You're not having second thoughts are you?!'

My big little canoe. Brought home unfloatable, scraped, scratched, gouged and weathered... with holes as big as a rump at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

No, it's not too late...as long as you look at it with the right perception. Sometimes that means cocking your head to the side, hanging upside down or even turning away.

A couple of weeks ago, Timmytoes came back to town for a few days.

"You're not thinking of getting back together, are you?!"

We went out dancing, went rafting, he split firewood for me and we took my big little hippie canoe out. I talked about work, the river & the dogs and he talked about his work, sailboat, girlfriends & such ... we enjoyed each other in peace.

Peace... no, it's not too late.

WARNING: Do Not Play YouTube Video UNLESS you would like to listen to some Godsmack....'Speak.' I threw this up because the lyrics to this song lead the words of Stevie Ray Vaughn, the Talking Heads, Ben Harper and such down the side of Not2L8.

I Love to Be...

I Love To Be...

Kissed...





By

The

Sun.

Totems of the River, The Rocks, The Heart & the Great Heron

Fluid, moving & changing it course with time.
All together at once, yet completely distinct.
Life-giving. Life changing.

Looking down. Reflections of oneself. Reflections of the skies above.
Looking again, through clear green-tinted karma... life.
Elders, grand-fathers, heart-shaped rocks.

The Great Heron watches over me. Stares at me. Escorts me. Nothing I do goes unnoticed. So, I do nothing.

Floating in peace.

Following the Great Heron's lead, I watch, I wait...I listen.

Squirrels , badgers, beavers, chipmunks, birds of all colors and sizes....swooshing, scaling, dipping, climbing, digging. Chirping, clicking, calling.

River flies, moths, water skeeters, giant yellow butterflies and dragonflies of blue, green, white, red, purple & gray...flitting, floating, buzzing and humming.

Turtles ducking under the water & fish leaping out...
I just float along.
Watching.
Waiting.

I know that right now this is where I am supposed to be.
These are the waters I am supposed to travel through.
This that surrounds me now, grounds me.

Mother Nature tells me to have patience.
Father-Time tells me that when it's time to dive...dive right in.

The Great Heron plucks one well chosen fish from the natural farm at his feet & gives me a sideways glance. Time.
One, two, three, four, five dragonflies perch upon my leg, my toe, my knee, my elbow and my finger.
This is PEACE.
Lost and found in the eternity of now.
Watching.
Waiting.

When the time is right I paddle off to the side & perch myself upon some rocks, just as the Great Heron had perched himself atop fallen trees & the dragonflies had perched themselves upon me.
With a gazillion stone elders, 'grandfathers' as Spado once told me, at my feet...
and the biggest yellow butterfly I have ever seen on my shoulder...
I found them...
Watching...
Waiting...
Just Like Me...

Clouds Kissing the Ground

The air was so heavy it just hung in the air. There was a mist, a fog, a ground-loving cloud that hovered with the dragonflies all around me. It was nearly a hundred degrees and with my feet in the river water, it felt like Heaven.

The sun finally joined the mist & the words that hung so low... everything just seemed to settle in. I thought it might be a good time to go home & go to sleep.

I just love the river. The rocks, the water, the mist, the sun & the serenity of it all... ah, to be a dragonfly, I could just call this place home & simply rest my head here. orhan~ last email says to 'stay above the water.' These pictures provide evidence of that but notice how the mist, the water, is either rising up upon me from the river & like a cloud dropping from the sky onto me. How prophetic your words seemed.

Horseflies & Houseflies

I dug in the dirt.
Shooing the flies away & stinky with sweat,
I dug & I dug & I dug...
using a shovel, a spade & my hands.
I pulled at the weeds and thorny bushes and poison ivy,
caring not if I got pricked, dirty, blistered or chafed.
Piling the debris high like a mausoleum of sorts.
I then scooped, hauled & tossed all the spent soil.
Black dirt gone gray, depleted of all it's nutrients.
The weight of the dirt turned the makeshift mausoleum into a tight little tomb.
And just as the gluttonous weeds had once robbed the soil of all of its nutrients,
the soil now serves as a blanket to suffocate the weeds.
Full circle.

All the while, I looked for a sign, a talisman, a keeper.

Some marbles or heart-shaped rocks.
None were found.

I just want to go to the river...

But instead, I throw black dirt, manure & some...
Scatter it, toss it, turn it, tear it up

Feeling the liberation of things that will be
rich soil, bright flowers, sunshine
and, like at the river...
Butterflies & dragonflies.

Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water*

Thank you to magpie fairy,Singleton, for artwork and Mother Nature for all the other photos.
*The Talking Heads