Morning Metaphors

  I sat for a long time this morning down by the pond.  I was sitting in the grass, feeling my feelings, pondering some questions, and some life.  I looked around and these were everywhere... hundreds of them, red dragon flies all around me, flitting in the grass, hovering around my thoughts, circling me, watching... Hundreds of them.  It makes me think of a quote from one of my favorite movies, Under The Tuscan Sun.  "When I was a little girl, I used to run around in the fields all day, trying unsuccessfully to catch ladybugs. Finally I would get tired and lay down for a nap. When I awoke, I'd find ladybugs walking all over me."


And then, as sitting was getting me no where, I walked my walk.  Through the autumn scented paths, leaves crushing beneath my feet already.  A warm breeze blew, and shook a tall tree.  And right in front of me, this sifted it's way through the air to my feet.  Little life left in it, scarred and shaken till it couldn't hold on anymore, it laid in the cracks of this well beaten path... And I was the only one who stopped to admire it's beauty.

I made my way home, and noticed this wondrous wreck of floral confusion crawling it's way to the sun.  Twisted Glories, reaching for light, tangled up in themselves.  

...and here I thought no one was listening...