LairdartAtlatl

This morning I dreamed I was at Bob Marley's house for breakfast and he was cooking up 'green' eggs to go on biscuits.  It was all lookin' so good until I woke up.  You can only imagine how disappointed I was...

On a completely different note:  This afternoon I was thinking about so much of the news media here in the US and how the headlines are akin to "WE ARE TAKING YOU TO THE BEACH" but the story inevitably is more like being Dropped off at the Pool with No Snack Money.  More disappointment? But of course.  Am I jaded and cynical?  You tell me.  

"What isn't a disappointment?", you may ask.  I'll tell you.  Art.  Music.  The sun shining brightly.  Venus rising in the eastern sky.  Gravity.  Yeah, gravity.  It may let you down but it'll never stand you up...

I walked the worn mountain paths
Of an Ancient Country
Entranced by the delicate rain
Falling through feathery hemlocks, firs, and ferns,
I witnessed the mysterious secrets
Of fog veiling the forest, valleys and peaks.
I will testify of the warm glory of sunbeams
Radiating through treetops and fires' smoke.
I rejoiced with the glittering and gurgling brook
And sat quietly in awe of the nights' symphony
Of a thousand tree frogs.
I glimpsed the outstretched wings of the ravens
And watched the small red squirrel's curious play.
I slept cradled in the bosom of the world.
I touched the sacred earth.
I made offerings of smoke to the sky.
I supplicated the spirit of creation
That I may be a humble and courageous man
To stand strong and straight like the great oak,
The hickory, the ash, and the maple.
That I may live a life of truth,
Not a gnarled, decrepit lie.

-L. R. Haynes
Oct. 20, 2011