San Diego, California in the USofA, is located in a coastal desert. Authorities claim we’ve averaged 10.34″ of rainfall a year over the last 30 years, but I suspect they round up to the next inch every time they measure — real glass-half-full kinds of folks.)
Every now and then, we do get enough rain to saturate the clay-infused ground and create some splash-worthy puddles. Some last a few days. That’s what I found a couple days after one of last winter’s storms, with the wind at a complete standstill.
I do love my iPhone camera — convenient and always ready.
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” William Cullen Bryant
Dale and Klee’s Cosmic Photo Challenge — oh, how I’ve missed you! Nature is just beginning to anticipate her chance to rest and recuperate from months of riotous revels reaching up to life-giving sun. To help her celebrate, Dale decided this week’s theme is The Trees. You can see Dale’s entries there, K’lee’s entries here, and how to play along on both sites.
Living in southern California, we see little of the deciduous glory so much of the world experiences. But we do have the liquid amber (Liquidambar styraciflua), commonly called the American sweetgum.
This week Helen Espinosa has chosen Singer/Songwriter as Song Lyric Sunday’s theme. The name that immediately came to my mind was Carole King. (Click the link to read about her life and many ground-breaking awards and honors.)
Hugh and Mina loved to run, and I might be in my early-ish 60s, but I wasn’t so old I couldn’t indulge them. The summer evening was dark, but still warm. Running felt like flying with 30 pounds of dog pulling me along. Old neighborhood, tall trees in the tree lawns, their roots shaping the sidewalk. No street lamps.
Gapawa published a post today titled A Bit of Honesty. He likened himself to Sisyphus, futilely pushing a big rock up a hill only to have it roll back down for him to push back up the hill. Day after day after day. Gapawa concludes the way out is beneath oceans of fear where your dream — whatever that means to you — is carefully concealed.
“It can be reached. But you must be courageous. You must be willing to accept help. You must be strong enough to surrender. Sweet dreams…” Gapawa
I left a comment.
“If you dive into the oceans of fear often enough, you can locate the shallows of experience where you can dream awake and put down your rock.
The first time was the scariest.” Me
He asked me if I’d care to share some of my experience, and my response grew into a post. With credit to Gapawa for prodding me to put it into words, I decided it would be more polite to publish it here than to fill his space with a post-length comment.
The Peace Poem, 2016, the collection of poetry begun under #PoetsForPeace, has been published in Praxis Magazine. It’s available as a free downloadable pdf. Each poem is worth reading and savoring. (You can find mine on pages 199-200, if you’re interested. 😉 )