Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Mothers

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A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.


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Heavens

Man made heavens
A meretricious imitation
To trees covered in birdsong

Don’t get me wrong, I am in awe of the human capability to create beautiful art, but nothing compares to the cosmos which is what inspires our art in the first place. Waking up under a canopy of trees by a birdsong alarm is my idea of heaven (even if my old back is stiff from sleeping on the ground).

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens


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Grace

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Grace does not come easily. It is a product of hard work and rugged determination. It is the steadfast willingness to move through the pain without blame, shame or disappointment. It is the ability to drown out the noise and attack life with laser like focus. It is the resolve to rise above the messiness of all that is human and embrace all that is beautiful. 

Struggling
To keep my shit
In one sock

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #159: Rugged

 

 


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Giants

On Wednesday:

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Giant is
A matter of perspective
Bug’s eye view

By Saturday:

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Formosan termites
A giant pain in my ass
Just nature doing its thing

I put the top post together on Wednesday. The idea was that giant is a matter of perspective. A flower that comes to my knee is as giant to an insect as a redwood tree is to us and everything in the universe is a matter of scale. So much for light and pretty. By Saturday the insect world had taken a dark turn in my life. I had a termite inspection and needless to say the house failed. Badly. Formosan termites had gotten into the first story floor via a covered area under the stairs. These rat bastards can reduce what in scale to them is a giant house to pulp in a year. Saturday while cleaning up the damaged wood with four letter expletives pouring from my mouth I realized that the only reason I was pissed was because the termites were breaking down my house instead of a dead tree. That what they are doing is vital to the earth’s survival. Imagine if nothing broke down, nothing was recycled and energy was never transferred. Then life could not be sustained. In a weird way I am grateful they exist and eventually, these little guys will have their way and the house will be rendered back to the earth. It just better be long after I have moved on. For now I am taking evil pleasure in watching these little buggers squirm in the sunlight.

In response to Pic and a Word Challenge # 108: Giants and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale.


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Harvey

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My heart goes out to my Gulf Coast neighbors. I want to say that the storm will pass and there are rainbows ahead but right now that seems trite and doesn’t bring solace. The impact of these devastating disasters lasts for years. In the current climate of divisiveness and anger, it gives me hope to see folks coming together and showing the best of humanity under such horrible circumstances.

For anyone who wants to help, here is a link to the Hurricane Harvey Facebook page with options for donation.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #101: Rainbows


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Iron Curtain

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In 1989 a wall came down
And opened up the Iron Curtain
Demolishing a symbol for
Suppression, oppression, isolationism
A pivotal point to a free world
Now a relic from a sordid past

Humanity’s divisive shame
Politics at its worst
Walls will never stand against
Humans at their best
Because humans at their best
Know no boundary

So now a piece of the wall
Is displayed on a wall
Not as a souvenir
But as a reminder
To never let history repeat itself

My dad had the good fortune to be in Berlin on business when the Berlin Wall came down. On this occasion my mom has decided to go with him so the two of them were able to watch this historical moment unfold together. Families that had been torn apart were once again reunited as people were free to flow across what had been a blocked militarized zone for twenty eight years. My dad worked for the U. S. Department of Agriculture and he spent a good part of his career traveling the world to visit other governments in an effort to grow enough food to feed starving populations. He was one of the few people allowed into Poland in the early rumblings of Solidarity which is where the first steps towards freedom took place. Our family had a unique perspective on what was really going on behind the Iron Curtain because my dad had colleagues that were living through it. So after having lived a good part of their lives in the post World War II Cold War era, it was serendipitous that my parents were able to see the wall come down first hand, to bear witness to the end of a very dark part of human history.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #45: Walls and #46: Family and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Details


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Plumage

 

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Last year’s bright plumage
Song a distant memory
Scattered on the ground

Well over fifty
Day to day
Wrapped in androgyny
Land of facts and figures
Precision and accuracy
Immediate answers
Hard, cold, impersonal
Forgetting it was okay to blossom,
Have pretty plumage, have desires
Feeling guilty for playfulness
Left wanting, needing a break
Craving connections, the truth
Simple humanity
I do not want my youth back
I merely seek balance
A world of softness and light

In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #962 bird feather