Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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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


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Compassion

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Your last Christmas
Wrapped in our festivities
Exhausted old dog

I took this picture on Christmas Day 1983. I got dear, sweet Muttley when I was eight years old. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he was fuzzy and lovable. He would have been about thirteen in this photo and by then he had cataracts and was fairly deaf. He was so tired after all the excitement of gift opening that we were able to pile the wrapping paper on top of him and he never once stirred. He had been hit by a bus as a puppy and as a consequence suffered seizures about every six months for the rest of his life. About four months after this photo was taken, he went into a permanent seizure. I took him to the vet before heading to work and they said they would sedate him to see if he would come out of the seizure. After work I went to see how he was doing and it was clear he was never going to recover. It was then I realized my selfishness in trying to keep him alive that day. Feelings of compassion finally took over and I did the right thing. I said goodbye and let my childhood pup go.

In response to Patrick Jennings A Pic and a Word Challenge #33: Compassion


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Higher Power

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Intangible faith
The universal language
Of humans on earth

As spirituality and belief in a higher power or “God” is a universal sentiment, are human brains wired to believe in God because it is real or do we believe in God because is it a survival mechanism?
Faith that there is something beyond the gate is what propels us forward both as individuals and as a species. So as long as the universe has its way does it really matter if God is real? Life and the universe are no less miraculous.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #12: Faith


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Homeless

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The invisible
Treated like human garbage
Caught in the vicious cycle

Bureaucracy and judgement
Humanity suspended

As part of my job and volunteer work, I often go to the local parks and trails to pick up trash as part of “community cleanup”. I am always careful to observe the signs. Is this trash or someone’s home? To accidentally throw away a person’s few possessions seems intolerably cruel. So I guard these small places of sanctuary and respectfully move along.

In response to Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK #17: Homeless