“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.” ~ Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
“The domestic cat is a bit of a contradiction. It freely accepts human friendship while never allowing even the most contented life to dim its sense of who it is and what it is capable of.” ~ Ellen Dugan, The Enchanted Cat
“The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.” ~ Ted Hughes
Sometimes, all it takes for me to feel the magick of the night is to have an unruly pocket of wind pass through the trees. Trees dance in the wind. They are built for it. There is no straight and honest tree. A tree without a twist or two is no more than a flagpole, stiff and unyielding. Willows always bend in the wind. We all know that. And if you think that I just snuck in a political metaphor, you are correct. Metaphors are open to interpretation. Use them wisely. That’s what I say. The wind picked up about an hour ago, and played around for 20 minutes or so, conspiring with the trees to make new songs. Now it is still again, for the most part. There are still the occasional chaotic pockets passing through, although less frequent with the approach of the Sun.
All’s calm since sunrise. It doesn’t feel like a holiday weekend to me, but it is. I’m not big on holidays, having come of age in the resort industry. You work when others play, and play again when others work. Period. That doesn’t mean you don’t have fun. Having fun at work is something to which I have long aspired. It’s not so hard to do. Soooo . . . . today is a workday, and I so rarely work on Sunday that I feel some excitement about it. Shorter shift and a different vibe altogether. People who are going to watch burgers and brats sizzle on the grill they just purchased. And people who will be broadcasting grass seed, or setting forth to trap or kill some vermin. But, enough of that. The cat is down on the floor to my right. She just munched down some insect, or maybe an arachnid. The latter is more likely the case. She loves her some spiders. I disdained writing that last sentence. Don’t know why I gave in and included such a graceless aphorism. Aphorisms can be graceful, so come on peeps. Try harder. You can do better, k? Just sayin’. Now, going forward, it’s that smile again, this time with just a glint of shimmering mischief. That was new to me, and I found that although the target of a tease I, while suddenly and unaccountably embarrassed, found myself savoring the moment, which has lasted much longer than it is designed to last. Moments should be moments, right? Not long drawn out wordless narratives. Maybe this is something else. There’s no good in reading into what happened. It was simply a delicious pleasure to see something that was until that moment hidden. Thank you, m’am. Much obliged. On that note I’m gonna get on to it; feed the cat and chickens. Then shave and shower. Then jump into a day, soon immersed in the energetic flurries, into the hasty accomplishment of pleasure. But I’ll be most honored when I haul my assets back home afterward. I’ve got a fresh package of brats in the fridge. They won’t be grilled, but what the heck. Drink a pint to two of ale, still tantalized by that tease, and baffled by my embarrassment in that moment. I hope it was charming. She most certainly was.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.