Rising Sun

Once in a blue moon.
Or - a rising orange sun?

Sure - there is science to explain it.
Atmospheric smoke from wildfires burning somewhere up in that wide expanse called Canada.

Canada.
They speak of this place as if it has no heart…as if me myself am not connected.

Blue moons. Orange suns.
What are the odds? What are the options?

Five years.
With awe….and deepest respect.
I bow to that sun….to science….to all of the universe’s improbable permutations.

And - I hold tight. Just for a moment.
To a woman who loved this color…and lived this life.
She was. She is. She will always be.
My mom.

Hoo Hoo Hoo

“A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? "
-Nursery Rhyme

Into Her Life

It’s true - today probably wasn’t the best day.
But she just couldn’t - anymore.
Sit silent and still.

She needed to stretch her legs…to spread her wings…to hear the sound of her voice ring.

Now was her day.
To step out of the safety and security of her comfortable zone.

Her gaze fixed straight ahead.
There were no more questions…no second thoughts.
She didn’t hesitate.
She didn’t look back.

I couldn’t help but watch with great admiration and respect.
As she bravely stepped out…and in to this new decade of her one and only beautiful life.