On the topic of my walk-abouts… while I stroll along the canal, I wonder why we all wonder, and what we wonder about wondering. Maybe that’s about as clear as wondering about why cats do what they do — HAH, you let me know how that goes!
By the way, I took advantage of my holiday time off to listen to my new Aerosmith CD. Loudly as befits the music. And I highly recommend it, Music from a New Dimension, as they’ve long ago left the booze and drugs behind and now deliver some powerful chords and an interesting vibe that makes sense to me. Helps set a lively mood and energy level too.
So I wonder about why I didn’t disturb Mr Bunny Wabbit as our dog and I walked by? He looked just like a chocolate Easter bunny silhouetted against the snowy hillside. We slowed down so I could check him out and since the dog didn’t see him, we left him alone. Neat. Guess I didn’t want to wreck the silent ambience?
I wonder about animal tracks, or the lack thereof. Have they vacated the neighborhood or gone underground? I wonder about irrigation canals; since they’re dry in the winter, why don’t more animals slink along them? I wonder about the weather inversions we’ve constantly gotten since winter began — why here more than any other northern tier state we’ve lived in? I wonder about people who don’t slow down despite bad weather, and whether they’re closet self-destructive. I wonder what makes us tick and why (some of us) find solace and inspiration from walking outside in mid-20’s when the house was perfectly toasty and full of fun family members.
You know what I don’t wonder? I do not wonder why I’m wondering about these trivial things since I’m truly glad I have the head-space to even ponder them. Life is not perfect but being at home with my family those two weeks has shown me it’s not perfect, but a pretty darned good life…
Today’s Compassionate Moment: “When your science teacher smashed a frozen rose with a hammer, did you warm the petals to bring them back to life?”
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i wonder about what my high school classmate felt when i threw the roses he gave me on the floor and smashed it with my foot.
i wonder about the kids living in the streets and what they wonder about.
i wonder about my own son and why does he wonder a lot about night creatures and galaxies.
i wonder what makes presidents and senators cry in their pillows at night...
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