10 May 2014

Corresponding Lines, Missoula, Montana

"Mossbawn, my first house, was beside the railway. 
And along the railway, there ran telegraph wires. 
And along the telegraph wires, there used to run raindrops. And we used to think the telegrams were sent in the raindrops. 
So this is called "The Railway Children."

When we climbed the slopes of the cutting / We were eye-level with the white cups / Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires. 
Like lovely freehand they curved for miles / East and miles west beyond us, sagging / Under their burden of swallows. 
We were small and thought we knew nothing / Worth knowing. 
We thought words travelled the wires / In the shiny pouches of raindrops, / Each one seeded full with the light / Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves / So infinitesimally scaled / We could stream through the eye of a needle."
- Seamus Heaney, Poet and Much More (1939-2013), from an NPR interview 

Read and listen to the full story here.

09 May 2014

Springing Wildflower, Missoula, Montana

"Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,..."

From "Spring" by Linda Pastan

Read the rest of this metaphorical musing here.

08 May 2014

Serendipitous Blooms, Missoula, Montana

Reason #37 of Why I Favour Back Alley Rambles: Serendipitous Blooms

You just never know what you’ll see amidst the jumbled oddity and beauty that adorns alleyways and back-of-garages. Brings a whole new perspective to “road less traveled”.

07 May 2014

Hope, Missoula, Montana

Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all - …”

-From “"Hope" is the thing with feathers' by Emily Dickinson

May the song continue. 
May we grasp tightly the grace granted us to listen and hear it.
(Thank you, dear sissy mine, for sharing this lovely poem quote many years ago.)

06 May 2014

Heaved, Missoula, Montana

Frost heave, the cycles of freeze and thaw that lead into spring, commonly disrupt garden plantings, road surfaces, and hiking trails. (Which leads to the next Montana season, road construction.)
Being a lifetime rock picker-upper, a spring walk up Blue Mountain Recreation Area yielded much buried beauty launched into surface air. Which makes me visualize the earth layers below as a concentrated ocean  swimming with flashy fool’s gold fish and geode urchins and more prosaic schools of slate. These dirt dwellers maintain a yearly spring ritual: to burst forth and view the upper sphere. That’s a happy little imagination trip; imagine the fantastical creatures and colours you’d find the deeper you delve - like the rock fish living at ocean‘s floor. Sadly, my brain is now required back in the land of logic and time.

05 May 2014

Rainy Day Shelter, West Fish Creek, Alberton, Montana

"give me shelter, but
let me see the rain and
the darkening of the sky as the clouds gather...

let me touch the
cooled air, let me feel the way the gray sky
surrounds me and reminds me I am not alone"

- from submission by
break_of_day to Writer's Digest 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 9

04 May 2014

In The Pink, Missoula, Montana

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”
Audrey Hepburn (1929-1993)