Posts tagged Don’t Panic

The Winds of the world

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

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The Black Swallowtail Mystery

 

I saw her struggling on a spiderweb on my son’s grave. Many times, I have seen Black Widow spiders there many times. Since I study spiders, I took it as a message, “I’m, here, Mom, I love you.” Now a butterfly was caught in a Black Widow’s web. I study Butterflies too. This must be a message,

Quickly, I released the Black Swallowtail butterfly from the web. I had to work to untangle the stiff web from her leg without hurting her. I wonder if she knew that I had saved her. I wonder what the Black Widow was trying to tell me, catching one of my favorite creatures for her “dinner”.

My heart, already damaged was beating hard. I was shaking. I had to kill the spider, I had no choice. What was going to happen? Was it good, at least for me, or bad-perhaps for someone else. I took a moment to recover. It isn’t easy to get up with a metal hip. I have to get into a position which is rather like a baby starting to crawl, find something to lean on-to help me rise up. My sons black obsidian grave stone.

“What’s wrong?” my son ask when I stumbled in the door, tears running down my cheek.

“I don’t know.” I mumbled. But something is.

All I can do now is wait for the Butterfly and black widow to reveal their message.

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The Theatre Flood

With the stage filling quickly with water, Zora didn’t know what to do. She’d lost her diamond ring and the lights were out.

He took her hand and carefully replaced the priceless ring.

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