Pink blotched clear blue lake,
now turning a deep green,
Two mosquitoes circling each other
rise in the air
A creature jumps in
leaving ripples dancing
Mink, muskrat or otter
does it matter?
Moments pass by
the geese are still making their calls
Ripples form again
as the breeze sweeps in
Bare trees still shaking off winter
double themselves on water
a deeper reflection
their skeletons the blackest of blacks
No pinks no blues no more;
hints of orange fade
between real and shadow.
I’ve been bouncing between hope and despair for a while now – self-absorbed – trying to make the best decisions. I’ve been taking myself and my future too seriously, desperately holding onto illusions of control. Thinking that if I thought hard enough and wide enough I could change things.
That was before.
Now I feel like I am settling into comfortable mediocrity and with that my dreams feel like the leaves below. It is the feeling of giving in.
However, I will continue to find joy in little things. I’ve heard that it’s not the path you travel, but how you travel it that makes the real difference. Maybe one day, my dreams will grow wings again.
You know what I’m most afraid of? I am afraid of becoming numb like the many people I see, going about their tasks, passing as well-adjusted members of society.
What does it mean to be well-adjusted to a society that is based on greed, competition and fear?
I walked to the small nameless pond near our home the first morning after arrival. I missed being out in nature while I lived in Bucharest Romania. Of course, it was paradise for me the trips we took out of the city. I particularly grew fond of Busteni, a small town Continue reading “First Images in Canada for 2016”