Ink Blot

I have never lived today before. At least not that I remember. And not remembering makes it not count. So if I have never lived today before, that means that the possibilities are endless. It’s so easy to get caught in the daily grind. Keeping our noses down that we never look up and see the sky, the trees. Or feel the rain on our faces. I have never lived today before and the world knows it. The world waits, poised, ready to leap. From the water nymphs in Pierceville Run to the firebirds of Siberia to Herne of Sherwood Forest, they wait. For someone to see and respond. Someone less hesitant than I. Maybe one day, I will give myself to the rain. Not Today.

I believe in the symbiosis of all things. The tree that waits by the river produces the oxygen that with sustain dictator and subordinate both. The fish that fill the water will feed the fisherman and the restaurateur. We take a chink from the chain and the web collapses. The inter-connected nature of life, death and anything in-between is the bond we rely on to make the world go ’round.  I am an environmentalist because there is no other way to be. Not and live, but then Death is only the next step of the journey, and it’s not as final as we think.