Circle of Life

I burrow my hands into the nutrient enriched soil, gently raking loosened soil over the delicate roots, being cautious to not damage any meaty earthworms* I come across.

 

As much as I love the earthworm, I too love the robin who comes ­to feast upon them.

 

 

As much as I love the robin, I too love my cats that choose to prey upon them.

 

I do respect the eagle, but I am not fond of them preying upon my four legged furry friends.

It’s a vicious circle; the circle of life, no matter how I look at it.

I respect it.
I understand it.
And I am thankful for it.

I travel not far to my church of worship in my own back yard.

I burrow my naked toes into the cool and tickly grass and take root.

 

 

*My passion for earthworms began in my toddler days when I’d handle them like pets and then placing third in the 7^th grade science fair reporting my finding on the effectiveness of temperature on their heart rate.

Dreamy

I've always believed that whatever I'm lacking in real life, I make up for it through my subconscious in dream. So imagine my surprise when I just awoke to feeling utterly bored and restless. So much so that I was poising a Facebook "send" asking for things to do for the middle aged person.

When in the reality of my real world I'm exhausted. Oh, to be bored with nothing to do, no, the dream was not one I wanted to slip back into. However, I am lacking warm sunshine and a little R&R. Sleep take over and let the dreams begin...sand between my toes, salty smell in my hair...mmm...