Coming over here to this Simply Here den to pause, to dream with my cub brothers and sisters, to feel fur and sleepy eyes and warmth.
So much coming and going on my other blog; so many people visiting! As much as I love it, a part of me shuts down, down, way down. The mind begins a hypnotized hum, an inability to respond to comments. It’s like a bee hive of activity–honey everywhere! Dripping sweet honey and we bees buzzing everywhere, drunk with pollen and scent of lilac, and the afternoon sun lulls us to sleep, to comfort, to the music of community sharing sweet with perfume and sometimes stingers.
Some think the forest is silent, still.
The forest, truly, throbs with life. Birds squawk and crow and sing and dive and cluck and bang their beaks staccato against rotting trees. Leaves crackle beneath paws. Chainsaws sing in the distance. Boat motors whine on the bay. Logging trucks chug up a distant hill. Coyotes howl. Owls insistently ask Who, Who? A mile down the road children shriek and play.
Life’s rhythms: silence and then flurried movement. Silence and movement. We ride the ferris wheel to its crest and then sink down with a swooping exhilaration. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around we circle on Life’s Magic Ride, the wind blowing our hair, the cubs slumbering innocent in the den, the honeybees sipping nectar, the tides moving in and out carrying precious shells as cargo.
Today it’s a fiesta, a party of people…tomorrow we sit alone on a stone jutting out into the lake with only a lone seagull to witness our beating heart.