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Sight Unseen

"There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception." - Aldous Huxley
   
Where did they come from? Where were they going? The starlings arrived by the thousands it seemed, flitting at warp speed through the shrubs and trees in my yard.
They flew in a blur, perhaps feasting on berries and bugs. I was too excited to fully capture their visit or songs. When they were gone, it seemed they were never there.
From birds, to insects, to humans, species perceive the world differently. However, I suspect curiosity about the origin of existence does not occupy the minds of beasts or birds the way it does me, inspiring the poem below for Poets and Storytellers United.
Less existential are the conversations happening constantly about the weather. We talk a lot about it, the minute to minute changes and the extremes. It has been hot and dry lately and fires have popped up throughout western provinces and the prairies.
Beach-goers love the cooling breezes and sunny days at Crescent Beach in southwest B.C. As for me, I look forward to and am happiest when I know rain clouds are coming.
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Thoughts On The Run

Thoughts that persist, whether wanted or not, are sometimes compared to online algorithms where whatever is most focused on invites more of the same as well as distortions and exaggerations. My inner voice always has lots to say as I go about my day and take in the surroundings. Ofttimes these are contradicting conversations vying for attention, inspiring me to pick and choose from my own recent thoughts and images in and around Crescent Beach where I frequently walk.
I wish I could fly but it's only my musings that take wing.
Drawn to a bush with pretty yellow flowers, my thoughts flew to the algorithms in the human brain for Poets and Storytellers United and What's Going On.
I imagined how wonderful it would feel to soar with the ease of a bird into the clouds.


The chair was inviting but this was no time to sit.
Just one blow would send dandelion seeds scattering. I resisted.
A showy buttery-yellow and rain-dotted flower caught my attention ...
as well as the slender robin in search of a good meal.
Wildflowers were in full bloom. Did their conversations happen quietly petal to petal?
Flowers formed artsy patterns.
All that remained of the spent silver dollars were their outer rings.
A discarded shed was left in shameful disrepair.
Did the crows, having no words, ponder the scuba diver in their midst?



It was this seagull's moment to watch over the seascape.
Was this the builder or destroyer of a sandcastle?
Why fly when you have webbed feet with which to explore the beach?
A car was parked by the bench. 
It was a big boy's miniature toy.
Creature creations with wings were neatly arranged on a fence somewhat similarly, I thought, to how I try to sort the muddle of words that stream in my head unrestrained.
   
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Chilling Out With Mother Earth

A friendly sign on a gate to "chill out", upcoming Mother's Day and a visit to Elgin Heritage Park in South Surrey inspired my focus and few words below. Sometimes it feels like we're lost in the brambles of life and dodging thorns on our own though nurturers of all sorts abound and Earth is the caregiver to all life.
   
Explore more at Poets and Storytellers UnitedSKYWATCH and Saturday's Critters.


Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.

HOLD ONTO THE LIGHT