For Kerry!

A wise old owl lived in an oak

The more he saw the less he spoke

The less he spoke the more he heard.

Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

-old nursery rhyme

Little things

I had to take a hiatus from the blogspot because I ran out of things to write about. I still don't have anything to write about but I kind of miss the way it feels to feel like I've communicated with some of the people who I only interact with via blog...

But with nothing specific or inspired, it also feels a little weird to just blab on stream of consciousness this way...

But little things have happened. A late flight, a haircut, a major house cleaning, a successful visit to the dentist (no cavities), Italian house guests, some good mail (thanks Lindsey!), a honey home, daffodils...

On and on.... The endless little things we do, that happen, that don't happen...

It makes me think of my collections of little things. A wishbone, a silver bullet, pottery shards and arrowheads, seashells, boxes, stones, lots and lots of very cool odds and ends.... My button collection, scraps of paper and ribbon and string...

All of these things which I could turn into a million poems  are the little things, just like the minutes and hours and days that have passed since I last wrote on m y blogspot.

So here the nothing to say has come around the bend again and into nothing. Little thoughts and silence...

All this to stop for a minute and take a break from the little things to say I think of you....

 

Where is the edge?

Where is the edge?

I guess it's the point at which you could fall down far

or the place on the bread to stop spreading peanut butter

or an adrenaline rush

or the place where sea and beach meet...

I guess it's the place where one thing can suddenly become something else in an instant.

The edge of the forrest. The edge of a pool. The edge of sanity!

And then there's the cutting edge, Having a slight edge...

This was today's oblique strategy question. Where is the edge?

I've been thinking a lot about this lately but not exactly in those terms.

I've been considering compromise and flexibility. The way we all negotiate our way through life from personal daily things to broader country and world affairs...

The constant care we take or don't take to keep ourselves and others at various distances from " the edge"

It's interesting how the edge can be elastic. How it can in some cases be pushed just a little further this way or that but how once it has been manipulated and maneuvered to its limit, the other side is always there waiting. As if it knows it's only a matter of time before change will necessarily occur.

That said, I guess the edge is where change is imminent.

(It's interesting how the edge of something can be more or less flexible depending on a mood or a desired outcome... Sometimes if I'm hungry or if I don't get enough sleep the edge seems nearer to my every thought and action and can bring about negative change. Rash and brutal. And then other time when I'm feeling lucid and rested and calm, the edge seems very far away. A distant thing. Hardly even a thought at all...)

I myself have been feeling particularly sensitive. Close to the edge. I believe our societies and our species and the earth and everything we know are residing perilously close to the edge. In many, many ways. I think that our (very smart and extremely handsome) president is thinking and manifesting from the very edge of the very edge.

So if the edge is the precipice of change, then a change is surely going to come!

...So let us eat enough and sleep enough and be lucid and feel calm.

I hope for flying, not falling on the other side!

Sometimes change can be so good...