Sunday, March 16, 2008


I'm not sure that spring has actually sprung, but the gate is being pushed open as we speak. The earthworms have thawed so the robins have to work harder to catch their lunch. Snow that has been exposed to even the sleepiest rays of sunshine have evaporated back into the clouds to fall yet another day on another part of the world. Even the trees are yawning awake with just a tint of a red halo against the now, occasionally blue sky.
This is my favorite time of the year. The time when the sap begins to bubble and quake inside of the great forests, the little animals and even mankind. Spring is hope for a green tomorrow, for new life and for the eventual taste of Herbs garden produce.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Like Sand Seeping Between the Fingers of Mortality

March 10, 2008

It only takes a second to change our lives forever. The first time we lay eyes on the person we know that we are to spend eternity with, the ah-ha moment when we suddenly know why we are in this world and what we are to do about it or the instant we realize that our parents aren’t the two dumbest, most backward people on the planet. These are just a few of life’s moments that change the direction of our minds, thoughts and even physical appearances.
But there is a different change that has come to my attention in the last little while. It is the moment that you face death, square in the face and then live to tell about it. There is surrealism about knowing that at any given moment we might depart from this world to confront what lies on the other side of the veil of life and death. Yes, I think that I will be ready to meet my Maker when the moment does come, but, like most of us, I believe that moment will be a few more miles down the road. Unfortunately for many folks the last walk is nearly over.
Over the course of the last few months the lives of one of my sons and two friends were held in the hands of fate, slipping fast like sand seeping between the fingers of mortality to the world beyond. In both cases the culprit was an automobile accident, none of which was there fault or in their control.
Life has changed for them. Their well of thoughts seem to surge deeper into the realm of spiritual things, lingering longer to ponder the true meaning of life, relationships, goals and why their lives were spared. I don’t pretend to know the answers. I don’t have a clue why such things happen to some and others are saved from the experiences. I only know that when the sands of my life begin to slip through the bony fingers of mortality the arms of heaven are waiting to scoop me up and take me home again.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Someone forgot to tell the weatherman that it is March!

I looked out my window and what did I see? Ice cycles hanging from the apricot tree.
Robins are finding such a cold suprise, frozen earthworms come in every size.
I could make a snowball or snow ice cream, and we see the sun only in a dream.
Winter's been too long, sort of like this song
It's time to see some blosoms on the apricot tree.