Ocean Heart…
In my heart of hearts
I have a home
Where ever I am
Where ever I roam
It pulls me in
My heart of the ocean
It feeds my soul
At peace
I am Whole
To Cee
In my heart of hearts
I have a home
Where ever I am
Where ever I roam
It pulls me in
My heart of the ocean
It feeds my soul
At peace
I am Whole
Sway in the wind and roll with the punches
Stand tall in your confidence
Tattered and torn with battle scars to show
Stand tall in your beauty
Strike you down with words they will
Stand tall in your pride
Pull you down as you run up hill
Stand tall in your determination
I am sitting at my desk, looking out over my backyard and others that are connected by white picket fences; Dooley just finished mowing his lawn and Jason is next door catching up on his landscaping chores; he just got back from vacation. Looking out over this picturesque setting one never realizes all that truly goes on in the vast space beneath our feet.
Sure during the day we see the bees, birds and an occasional one eared rabbit cutting through on their way to the wooded areas; we even have a lizard or two that makes an appearance but what happens at night when our eyes are not that fine tuned by the light of the day?
At night we have the benefit of the screened in porch, shielding us from night time pests. We sit under Jason and Erin’s pergola and are visited by beetles and huge moths that are drawn towards the light coming through the windows, but what else is out there? You hear them, their various notes of croaking and chirping floating through the air like an amphibian symphony; occasionally we hear a screaming type sound but that is further away and for another picture/blog and that’s if I ever get the chance to see what is actually making that hideous noise. I digress.
Last night while taking Reilly out on his last jaunt around the yard to empty his little bladder Erin ran home to let the boys out for their nightly constitution; so I had the benefit of her back yard light and as I reached for the handle on the screen door something caught my eye. I quickly let go fearing a big moth had nestled on to the side of the door frame and would fly in if I startled it by clicking the latch. I moved away so my shadow from the light would expose the creature that caught my eye and what I found was not a soft winged thing but a green little bug eyed creature with suction cups as feet. I quickly yet gently opened the door, got Reilly in the house, grabbed my camera and came out shooting.
I was sure Erin would freak once she saw what it was but she was just as curious as I however, she did point out that if I keep flashing this thing it may jump off the house and on to me. I decided I had enough shots and turned to step aside and move towards the door when the lilac bush just to the right of the door moved. Yes, he did!! He made his move and leapt with grace, precision and accuracy towards the bush and landed, smack on a leaf that was left rocking from side to side. The photo shoot began again.
I was left with a decision, do I post the shot of Clyde (yes I named him for the sake of the story) stuck to the wall next to the door handle, the close up or the one of him hanging mid-air by literally the seat of his pants; yeah ok no pants, basically his toe pads. After researching what they were called I think what we have here is a tree frog.
At night time we turn out the lights and turn up our fears; fears of what we can’t see. Some of us become down in the dumps when the darkness takes over and when the lights go off some of use seem to exude a nocturnal energy. Whatever it is that makes you lie awake at night obsessing, fearing things or contemplating the day know that there are cute little creatures out there too, just like Clyde. As far as the chupacabra that screams off in the distance I will keep you posted.
Do you ignore the reality and walk away?
Do you face your fear or leave the impediment for others to deal?
Do lay blame to those in line of fire?
Do you leave the hurt you cause to others around you?
Do you not apologize?
We are not all perfect
Imperfections make us who we are
In all ways
Ways we learn
Ways we grow
Ways we stumble and fall
Ways we pick ourselves up
Ways we see with our heart, not limited by our eyes
Imperfections bring us place
Where we put ourselves and place others
Imperfections will teach us
Teach us to be humble in the face of great faults
Imperfections bring us to the end of day and face us with ourselves
Imperfections bring us beauty to what life is…