If Wishes Had Wings

When I was little my mom used to make shadows on the wall at bedtime. One of my favorites was the flapping flying wings she created with her hands. Parents amuse their children and more importantly protect them from immediate harm. They/we also want to protect them from future dangers precipitated by the past recklessness of mankind.
Consoling as they might be ... we know that our wishes, thoughts and prayers are just shadowy starts. If wishes alone had wings we would elect the best leaders to withstand the naysayers that for years blocked actions to improve environmental conditions.
In some places there is flooding, in others raindrops rarely fall and drinkable water is scarce. There was a time when I assumed nature's gifts were limitless and accessible to all. Now I'm a little more careful about how long I let the water run from my tap.
A few rainless days and plants quickly become parched. I kick up more dust along the paths that I walk. Maybe someday they'll figure out how to make rain clouds wherever whenever needed. Meanwhile, when the sky doesn't supply ... there's watering to do, fires to burn out and heat warnings to suffer through.
This brings me to a few thirsty thoughts I once had (below) about a garden.
The sunflower's center reminded me of an eye's iris. You can read about how plants actually do "see" the light they reach for, albeit very primitively HERE. Plants surely must also love the feel of raindrops after a dry spell, as I do.
This is in response to this week's Poets and Storytellers United prompt to burn.

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HOLD ONTO THE LIGHT

Comments

  1. This post is a work of art in every sense of the word! The images, your commentary, the poem. Thank you so much for gifting us.

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  2. When it rains after a long dry spell in the desert, the plants give off a very unique and wonderful smell. I often think it's their way of celebrating, and I've grown to love the smell!

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  3. Great post, things just get so complicated with climate change. sigh....

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  4. We must stop taking so much for granted. Lovely pictures.

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  5. It was my Dad who used to make those shadows on the wall for me and my brother.

    I enjoyed your reflections, and your poem. And thank you for the link to the fascinating article about plants seeing.

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  6. The life of a raindrop. It's like a meditation. So refreshing and got me out of my head.

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  7. That was a beautifully done journey. We are on the verge of rain falling where I live. I will think of this piece when the local raindrops go on their journey.

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  8. Love this beautiful post!
    Having spent the first 15 years of my life in a third world country where some areas had no running water or electricity, I appreciate the good life in the U.S. and am always doing my share to conserve, recycle and compost. I wish more people will do that.

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  9. Hello,
    Beautiful poem and images. The flowers are lovely, I would like to walk along that path. I hope you are having some rain, keeping all the plants happy. Take care, have a happy new week!

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  10. Agreed. Water is brought by a tanker to some homes on reservation lands. People put bricks in their toilet to use less water when flushed. Other folks take a shower for as long as they wish. Some folks do not have water or electricity.

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  11. Rain this summer has been rare ~ finally we had a little last night ` but in the 90's today ~ sigh

    Your photos and post are awesome ~ very creative and expressive ~



    Wishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,

    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  12. It is sad to have a leader who has never wondered why the rivers flow even when there is no rain, that wetlands are useless puddles and sometimes are nothing but muddy patches in the way of developers.

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