Pebbling - Comfy Chairs - Sylmar

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i am here amidst the green trees and grass - high tide has come and gone while i watched - the rhythm of the earth is smooth and easy. it is gentle in all it’s way - i am at peace here - sitting - planted in this place - unlike the trees i am able to rise and walk - at will - my will - when will i arise - where will i walk - who will i see - i may pass by places and people and not see them because i choose not to see them - who will i choose to see? what places - what things in those places i walk will i choose to see - what will i miss because of the choices i make - what have i missed in days before? who can tell? they are passed as water passes under the bridge and is gone - the wooden bridge sure and strong under my feet - held fast to the rocky shore on each side - i am safe - (sage) tippie-toed arms held together on the sides - head and chest over the side - peering into the water as it rushes over-under-around the rocks, pebbles, algae, plants, tadpoles and reeds. Frogs perched atop the larger rocks - hidden as their backs look the same as the rocks upon which they sit - watching the reeds sway in the breeze - the sun warming their backs and the rock - the heats drifts up from the rock, whifts from their backs - they croak - loud and long - they call - to whom - to the sun - the trees - insects - bidding them come closer - “i will not eat thee - I only want to get a better look at your beautiful wings” the insect - -the fly is wary of the frog’s satin words - yet he listens - his mistake - first in a line of mistakes that will bring him to his end - and end that will ensure the life of the frog - filling his belly even if only for a minute - warming his belly - providing life - he croaks again - another fly listens - finally the frog is satisfied - his belly full - enough for today -he croaks and springs from his rock to the safety of the cool shaded mud den - the banks of the river are home to many creatures - flys, frogs, mosquitos for a start - they live and die in this little world - creating more flys, frogs, mosquitos each in their time - some born to be food for another - the food chain we humans call it - i wonder what they call it? do they have things like we call words? things or a way they communicate - do they have hopes, dreams, loves, hates - or are we the only creatures blessed and cursed with this ability? do they know they are blessed? do we know we are blessed? too often we use this gift to hinder - to hurt - to destroy - language - such a blessing - such a wonder - such a power - for good - in equal proportion for ill - we are blessed double in being free to turn the ill to good - to health - to life - to life from death - that is our power - the power to choose - once the choice is made we are subject to it - if it turns badly we can turn it to a good - maybe not the good that we would have had if we had made a different choice but a good that could perhaps only have come from the ill having been done. all of this from i, here, green” - a few minutes and life has been lived and grown.