Spring in flowers and frogs and dragons

I want to live YESTERDAY------ Today!

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Season changes/Equinox/Full Moon

Today, I acknowledge the first Day of Spring/Printemps. 

The Equinox officially drove across the border more than twenty four hours ago, but this is my day to say; Hey... Welcome new Season! 

Days continue to expand and steal minutes from night. The globe twists and spirals on its tiny orbit co mingled with those billions of others stars and planets in this tiny cosmic corner of the universe.

I cleaned out the pebbles in my narcissus planter and watered all the orchids. The narcissus, a fall tradition, graced this space during those days of winter with their bright white/fragrance. Now the smooth pebbles rest in eager anticipation of the next round of bulbs. While cleaning the pebbles I thought of all the events doing things for others and how patient the stones/pebbles are waiting for some small scrap of attention. Do I wait so patiently for scraps of attention to myself? What would my Alanon persons say to this? "Make a list of what you like to do. Then do it."

Those sensuous orchids propel themselves toward the unknown with abandon. The natural blooms of spring from the plum and cherry blossoms to the tiny bromiliads expel and distract even the most attentive observer/listener. All the changes demand that one arrive with a poem and suddenly poems are everywhere. 

"Spring comes on the World -

I sight the Aprils-

Hueless to me until thou come

As, till the bee

Blossoms stand negative,

Touched ---

By a Hum." 

--excerpted from Emliy Dickenson #1042

A day like those others

Again in the fashion of many days, the police helecopters are circling the Lower Haight zone. The sirens from the black and whites, the red and whites, are ringing. Who is on the run? Having done what? Where? When? So many questions that inevitably go unanswered. The shear volume is staggering. Does one turn it out/off? If not what response in the midst of the enormity of all the events without meaning, without purpose. Why seems to be a muted question. Fashioning purpose challenges all. Generally I think that what is reality is invisible until one expereinces IT. Before that, without direct experience, the artifice sticks like wax and the real is fictitious/faux. How else to consider the fantasy of getting more objects, only to watch them collect dust. So much for the culture of shopping. 

Today the clocks jumped ahead, spun ahead, leaped ahead, sprung ahead one hour. It does not feel like 5:30PM the sun is still high in the sky and the shadows are not 5PM shadows. this universe has too much human influence! On the surface and down at the root level the impact has not done anyone any favors. Too, too many choices at the food bin. Given the nature of the times it might have been another choice to for-go the spring to daylight savings this year? Hw many clocks to re-set? How many people to arrive late tomorrow at their appointed destination? don't forget to re-synch your ipod dudes. In the process add some blues to the favorite jumble of tunes.

My cats, the cats that call me theirs slept through the day. Maybe they know something I do not? My comfort zones have fractured and there is not enough Elmers glue to put them together again. This time the old modus Operandi just do not work. It takes time to outfit a new tool box.

Request on top of request!

It is a Kafka's Metamorphosis day.

bugs in my belfri.

Given the choice I would stay under the couch and scuttle out of sight.

Why bother at all?

Animals they are everywhere.

this portrait found on the walls of a Paris alley.

It looks like my cat --- Spike!

Sun shine day 

with simple breeze from the Bay

all I want do is ------.

first things first

first today March 3, 2008

the first entry to this blog is now.

down to this for today and maybe somemore tomorrow?