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Yesterday, I went sailing on my Uncle’s 40 ft boat. Evidently, many other people had the same idea and were parked on the bay side with their flags displayed. As we approached the Gulf Side of Shell Island, a rainbow appeared. It was truly magical- A promise of remembrance of those who paid the ultimate […]
Along Crawfordville highway in between Panacea and Tallahassee is a Ford Car Graveyard. Twenty + cars dated from early 1900’s to mid are arranged in a semicircle from oldest to youngest. My girls and I stopped here coming back from the beach in Panacea. Evidently, all these cars were used on Pat Harvey’s family farm. […]
Florida County Hwy 65 runs from the interstate south through Hosford, FL through Apalachicola National Forest and dead ends on Hwy 98 on the coast in Carrabelle. It’s 54.7 miles from Hosford to Carabelle. While driving down this highway, there are no cities, there are no dollar stores or gas stations or any other […]
As promised, here are the wildflowers I encountered while driving on FL Hwy 65 towards Sumatra in the Apalachicola National Forest. I included the common and scientific name in the caption (for all that I could identify). You are welcome to share any of the pictures or use them as backgrounds. Tomorrow, I’ll post the […]
I hope everyone had a happy International Astronomy Day! Friday night, I finished photographing wildflowers and that photogenic water moccasin around sunset. As I prepared to drive back home, fireflies started to flash their lights in the hundreds (thousands?) . I stayed about another hour and captured them along with the stars. Earth/Sky website featured […]
: Hands Across The Aisle
My Pledge to use my Voice.
My America, the Eagle Distressed To even contemplate that we, as a nation, are akin to an Eagle— one with the Freedom of the skies– to have the time, the Liberty, to speak about this noble bird in any manner with total impunity, without fear of mortal retribution or imprisonment, is absolutely the epitome of […]
Tag Archives: musings
I stand as you stood many times before
laboring over dirty dishes in the sink.
As the warm water washes over my hands,
I gaze at the flowers in the window sill
and wonder if you smiled as I smile now,
smelling the sweet Calla lilies brought to you by little hands.
Did you sigh in relief as the dawn bubbles
removed the final crumbs from the pan,
the pan that you used to bake a cake for every year of my life.
Did your mind ever drift away–
as your hands continued their mindless task,
away through the window, down the driveway,
and the lane where we walked to Church together every Sunday.
As I stand in the echo of your memory,
drying the Just Flowers dinner plates
that served your cheese potatoes and other delights for countless family diners,
I wonder that if I complete this same task, touch this same plate
that you touched just a month before,
if I stand on the same tiles worn smooth by your feet,
will it reverse time, just for this moment,
and allow you to be with me once again.
Somewhere in the distance, civilization drones on;
But here, in this pocket of nature, its presence is only heralded by detritus on the trail.
Place one foot forward, and then another
Kicking the leaves before, leaving soft footprints behind.
Watch the sunlight trickle between the fingers of the trees,
Giving light to all weary walkers.
Step lightly over the steadfast bridge, rubbing hands along the knotty pine rail.
Be as the cat on yonder log-
Eyes shut, ears wide open, listening to the creek’s gurgling song.
Glide away from the bridge,
stepping onto a trail worn smooth by many a seeker’s feet.
Covered in a carpet woven in autumnal leaves,
It invites all to explore its winding wonders.
And what wonders to behold!
Hark! Inhale the many exhalations of the trees that line the Way.
Taste the sweet sweat of the world, first bequeathed to us from a comet’s demise.
Continue down this path; leave your cares behind.
And at the end—a glen with the best wonder of all:
Friends gathered with welcoming smiles.
A disk spins… “Catch!”
What has been written
that has not already been written?
What has been said
that has not already been said?
Is there no new place,
no new frontier
that man and his imagination
have not explored?
|Can’t a single sparklight up a darkened room?
Can’t a lonely whisper
give voice to those once silent?
Is there not one action
that cannot change the universe?
Is there not one ripple
that cannot be felt across space and time?
***This is something originally written at least 10 years ago. It only existed as the words on the left column. I cut many words and added a little balance; I gave it wings so to speak.
To all who received a flag
instead of a loved one’s embrace:
I am sorry that I cannot bring
you another touch, another glance or heart beat.
I cannot stop the tears flowing from your eyes
or comfort your children’s fears
I cannot return to you
a life that was lost
or fix a body broken.
Yet, I can offer this stars and stripes
to eternalize this soldier’s service.
Please accept this token, this monument
in hopes that you will remember
His ultimate sacrifice.
For he gave his heart, his all
to uphold the edges of Freedom’s wall.
A Wall stands at the edge of our freedom
Each brick bound with blood and dreams
laid upon the ground
sacrifice by sacrifice
and cemented together with hopes of better tomorrows.
And this wall stands firm.
Protecting ALL from threats both domestic and foreign.
Though many may try to topple and break through;
Though pieces are ripped apart and broken,
It will not crumble, it will not fail.
Yet, the Wall requires ever vigilance.
Each guard watching, waiting, fighting, standing tall.
Never failing to hold tight to the boundaries
that keep us safe at night.
If any should stumble, if any should fall,
then another is ready to take his stand.
Yet, that brave fallen will not be forgotten,
but returned in remembrance eternal.
Stars and stripes will he receive
and the honor
that even for only a breath,
he held up freedom’s wall