Took my inner artist to the beach today on this rare dry Seattle Saturday. The sun was already behind clouds, but I didn’t care. I met two most wonderful seashells, rare to find whole, hard to find small, fun to zoom in on in wonder. Enjoy meeting them, too.
The other day as I was walking home
I found these green pod things.
Seed pods?
Aliens?
It was getting dark, so I brought them inside for a better look.
I wondered if those spiky spiny things were good or not.
Like anything, it depends on how you look at them.
I wanted to look at them up close. Roll them over. See them from all sides.
Like little ideas. Seeds of ideas. Good or not?
Do you weigh your ideas,
or stack them up against one other?
Do your ideas turn into worries
and get heavier. Bigger?
Do some ideas just overwhelm?
Or maybe they’re good, growing stronger.
I decided I liked these ideas.
We all did.
My family each took an idea.
Tossed them around.
Wondered what to do with them next.
Wait and see, we decided.
Wait and see.
So we waited.
One day and one night.
And the seed-idea seed-pods dried up.
Seeming sad to no longer be green.
But guess what?
Those pods had a plan.
Shriveled up seedpods
turned into teapots
and poured out a
hundred new baby ideas
like stars in a sky
made for wishing.
A galaxy of new ideas!
Wonder what will come of those?
Played hopscotch at the dock last night.
Note to Self: Always bring sidewalk chalk with the picnic supplies.
And don’t forget the marshmallows.
I looked to the left on the
path I walk almost daily.
LOVE on the rock, well tended,
always repaired and replaced
after each wind, rain or swipe.
LOVE is always there, its
twig-stone-shell typography changes
just slightly.
Well tended, I was thinking.
Two steps beyond, I looked to
the right, where I walk almost daily.
Out pops a face for the first
time, carved how long ago?
Three pennies, tails up,
on unblinking eyes, untasting mouth.
Wikipedia explains, Charon’s
obol pays afterlife fare
for this Nordic Neptune.
Well tended.
It was a rainy Sunday in Seattle, and Emotikin needed to get out of the house!
“Let’s take a walk,” she said to rubber ducky, who had been twiddling his leash
and watching TV all day, bored bored bored, just waiting for the invitation.
California Avenue on a Sunday afternoon was busier than they expected.
Lots of folks with cabin fever were out and about since the showers had turned to drops.
“Whoa!” said the dog (fresh from his grooming appointment next door).
“What the duck?!”
“Can I smell that maple creature?”
“Hey, don’t get too close to my duck, dog! That’s not a toy!”
Lucky duck, escaped the dog!
So the duck and Emotikin continued their walk in West Seattle,
and greeted other Sunday walkers on their way.
“We don’t need no stinkin’ umbrella,” whispered the duck after those folks passed by.
Stopped to talk with a worm who didn’t say much.
Emotikin couldn’t help but start humming that song made
famous by Ernie. “Rubber ducky, you’re the one…”
“…you make Seattle so much fun,
rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you!
Boo boopy doo!”
A rainy Sunday is so much better after a walk!
Do I dive?
Do I dare?
Decisions, decisions.
Decided. It’s a good day to jump!
One who walked the logs
before me
left a sign
saying
move inward
inward
and in
deeper
still
within
then
outward
again.
P.S. I marvel that today’s high tide is so calm and wonder at the metaphor.
P.P.S. This one who walks on logs throws logs for labradors who love them:
happy water dog!
Is that the hand of God descending?
What if it’s Grace?
~~~
Happy 13th Birthday, Grace! xoxox
Words to the wise.
Aliens exist. Yes they do.
Do you?
Perhaps it’s only when you feel deserted by the ocean,
as if the water receded along with your hopes,
and even the moon seems gone…
that your soul shows up with a story,
as upside down as it seems.
Find brimful meaning and truth
while the tidepool steeps her saltwater tears.
Soul wonders
which view you might choose.
“Girl, put your head in the clouds.”
Emotikin World 
