Stain-glass Eyes

Spring uncovers my natural curiosity. Small buds on trees, new birds in the neighborhood, rainbows….and flowers. From tiny violets to luscious magnolias. I walk and observe. The wind moves what I’m seeing. Sun and clouds create different angles to make me look closer. Neither video or still-shot can replicate my observations.They only show a narrow view whether I do a handstand to get the shot or not. Curiosity for nature got me thinking about people. I have spent a lifetime dissecting who people are. When I was a child toys were scarce so my wind-up toy became watching people. It was readily available and I didn’t have to share or have it taken away from me. When I couldn’t see I listened behind closed doors and corners. I tried to piece together what I saw and heard. People are tangled, intricate structures in 3-D. Different directions of wind blows and different angles appear. Myriads of forms shrink or expand us. We alter, transform, sometimes disappear from sight. It’s impossible ...

I have treated myself kindly the last couple of weeks, I’ve started to come out of the effects of a virus that nabbed me. The cough is the beast that lingers. So, I’ve re-camped myself on my comfortable couch. I sit up rather than to lay down so I’m able sleep....for now.   Last night I was dead to the world (including earplugs to extra-deaden the world) Helicopters woke me up. Not only did I hear them but I could feel them.   I hear Medivac helicopters once in awhile when they come and go from the University Hospital here. These weren’t the same, there were several of them and it sounded like they were circling the area. Almost immediately I heard explosions! My mind started to race (my body is still half asleep so fortunately I didn’t jump up right away) The story in my head spun a fear-come-to-life. “This is what it feels like to be in Ukraine! (that’s what I was spinning) I need to take what I can and it probably won’t be my guitar.” Yes, I actually had that thought. ...