Love is always swift
2012/05/16 5 Comments
I feel un inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced.
These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity...
Due to fear and prejudice we prefere to see only "the offcial " truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give...
We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or...we can take the trouble to LIVE...
THE NEW has no definition yet...
Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blogg is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation...finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness..
Hi Chester!
Thank you for your “likes”!
So is not answering questions when asked.
That is why I am so grateful for your answers. They mean a lot.
I know what you say, about questions unanswered…
Story about my love for a bug:
This Little Bug
There was this little bug I found it yesterday hanging on one the fabric verticle panels that covers my back sliding door. I will call her Symphony. She was about two inches long and appeared to be a sturdy little bug. Her olive green wings were thick; and her legs were long and shapely. I was afraid of Symphony at first because I thought she may attack me. Rather childish, I know, but it is the way I am.
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I like to save bugs that enter my home. Usually, I get a piece of paper and a glass. First, I put the glass over the bug, and then I gingerly slide the piece of paper under the glass hoping that the bug will somehow get on the piece of paper.
I save spiders, bees, yellow jacks, worms, and all the tiny little creatures that nobody notices. I also try not to step on them when I walk outside. When I save a bug, I bring it outside, and rest in a shady area of the grass or forest. I say goodbye, and tell it how much I love it. I say, “I love you bug,” you are in my heart and now a part of me. May we meet again when I die.
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I did not disturb the little bug hanging on the fabric verticle. I thought she might be confused; or really not know what to do next. Perhaps Symphony had lost her way? Perhaps she did not know how to find her way home? I fell in love with her. A deep passion arose in my heart. I wanted to rock her in my arms. But, alas, I would kill her because of my earthling penchant for clumsiness and ignorance.
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Later in the day, I found her lying near the door, on the rug my dogs like to lie upon. I cried, “Oh my gosh, Symphony, “What happened to you my darling?” I ran to the kitchen drawer to get a piece of paper. Gently, I touched her beautiful wings. She moved. She was still alive. My heart beat faster…perhaps I can return her to Mother Nature. So, I gently scooped her onto the paper. I noticed a tiny blood spot on the paper. I was very upset. Symphony might have hurt herself when she landed on the carpet somehow.
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I sat down with her. My two dogs came over to see her. Together, we forgot about whatever we were doing. We were one with Symphony. I stroked her wings. They were sturdy enough to allow a clumsy earthling to do it. I stroked each of them gently. Symphony moved her long leg. Deep inside, I knew she was dying. But, I told her, “My darling, I am going to take you outside, back to your home. Mother Nature is waiting. I turned the paper in a way that I could see her two big eyes. I swore she looked at me. Together, Thomas, my beagle, and Livvy, my italian greyhound, walked behind me as I went outside to search for a safe place to rest her body. I found a shady spot with grass. As I lay her down, I know I she was dying. She did not move.
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This morning, I cannot bear to go outside and see if she is dead, but I know she is. She has enjoined with Mother Nature as one. She has found her peace, her rapture in the arms of the Great Father Earth. Oh, Symphony, I am crying this morning. I long to touch your beautiful olive green wings. You saw me Symphony. You saw me in all my clumsiness, brokeness, and ignorance. I love you dear little bug. My heart is full, for you are a part of me, my darling.
….have no words…