Winging It

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Last weekend we went to my aunt’s house for her 90th birthday. She is in fine health and has so many stories that she wants to reminisce about. We had a great time with her and I would erge anyone who has a friend or loved one who would love a chat or a visit from you to do so; today. Why put something off for tomorrow that you can accomplish today?  On the way home we stopped by New Clairvaux Winery in Vina, CA.

As we were leaving, a butterfly caught my eye. It’s upper wings were working, what seemed like, excessively hard and fast. I thought it was a hummingbird at first but it was a swallowtail butterfly. I never knew that the butterflies wings could work independently of one another. It was beautiful to see but very difficult to catch in a photo. As we pulled away from the winery, we saw the water iris and another swallowtail butterfly whose wings did not seem to be moving at such a rapid pace. As I drew closer I could see that the wings were quite tattered. I think this is why the movement was slower. What amazing creatures those butterflies are. They fly about the world seeking out the colorful flowers and continuing to fly, even when their wings are breaking down. This is what I think we can take away from the flight of the butterfly; stay true to your course and keep going even when the going gets tough.

Day Dreaming

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Sometimes, when I see a place or an image, it takes me to another place and time.  The image below did that for me.  I’ve had a secret for many years now; my entire life, really.  No one in my family knew, and I surely would have had more eyes on me if I had ever told them what I was up to.  We lived on High Street, when I was a small child, in Santa Cruz California, and there was a creek nearby, between High Street and Meder Street.  I took my bucket, plastic shovel, and sifter down to the creek one day.  I left them there in the brush and I would return every so often to play by and in the creek.  I loved hiding under the bushes and letting my imagination run wild.  I would listen for the fifteen minute chiming of the local church clock so I wouldn’t stay too long and be found out.  It probably wasn’t the safest thing to be doing, but there was something magical about the place.  The overgrowth of bushes in this photograph, reminded me of that childhood place, as soon as I saw it.  I have been following http://www.LeanneColePHOTOGRAPHY.wordpress.com  She takes amazing photographs.  I entered a challenge of hers to put words to this photo.  Here is what came to me in the night…….

Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY

Day Dreaming

There are places from my childhood

That I can only be

Those places are like photographs

In my mind to see

The stream that flowed beside my home

The lizards out to play

The soft green grass upon my cheek

Can return, on any day

Those places all have changed so much

But in my mind remain

For thoughts and dreaming innocence

I want them not to wane

It’s here, upon this crusty bench

I know that many come

To conjure up their images

While shaded from the sun

My mind’s memories are colorful

Not left in black and white

They give me peace throughout my days

And sometimes in the night

 

Bonnie DiMichele

6/20/2014

 

Do you have a favorite childhood secret?