Isabella Bird Miscellany

My days never quite play out like I’ve planned.  Sometimes that’s good; on other occasions it messes with my predetermined thoughts for the day, spilling into the week. Monday was kind of like that. A dentist appointment was on my calendar; however, as I headed to bed, I was already planning a very leisurely Monday morning. While brushing my teeth – how ironic – I remembered said dentist appointment. That prompted me to head for my phone and set two alerts … so I wouldn’t forget … again. I woke up about a half hour later than normal; blame it on the restless night’s sleep or the rainy morning, it didn’t matter. It was needed, and there was still plenty of time for a cup of coffee and a little reading. The bed, however, was left unmade (something that almost never happens), but a load of laundry was tossed in to wash. Not bad, as I dashed out the door. My to-do list wasn’t long: dentist appointment, get groceries, write a blog post, clean the house and a late af...

brooding My heart is quiet and dark; brooding like the clouds hanging in this morning’s sky. Just when I think I’ll start to write happy thoughts, which seem trite given happenings in my world and in the very lives of my friends and family, I’m reminded of what my voice has to say. Injustice and sadness exist. That is a fact.  But, you know what? It takes really dark skies to see the stars. Darkness will never overwhelm light. Light, however, always lights up the dark. That is also a fact; one that I cling to desperately. There was a drought of beauty ; all was devoid, stark and barren Horizons held nothing to be desired, stripped and robbed of blossoms ripped and banned from the earth Photos, prints piled and discarded The only flowers remaining housed in vague memories How had the town reached this conclusion? Fragrance was absent No sound of buzzing bees or gossamer dragons darting in the sky Senses dulled and snuffed out to the miracles of existence Hearts...