Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

The Show Must Go On: A Haiku

Late snows dampen hope.
Back stage bulbs get “curtains up”!
Spring’s only delayed.


Costa Rica Trip: Revelation

There is more to write about my recent trip.
Tales of things lost and found and other challenges
I faced. How the level of activity was not “Easy” as described.
But then, when does reality ever imitate our dreams?

The day of travel ready to begin a new adventure
I approached the check-in desk and realized
That the pouch containing Passport and credit card
Was not hanging from its string around my neck.

Sheer incredulity! I told myself “I’m not going after all”.
Calmed down and called Sam, faithful car service guy.
He found my pouch with string now somehow unattached
Lying on car’s floor and brought it back to me.

O.K. Score even. Next up. Paperback I planned to read
Vanished from my seat during pre-flight bathroom break.
Once landed I replaced the loss. Kindle to the rescue.
Two things lost and found. Is this the pattern of my trip?

And so it was. One day touring on the bus my dark glasses
Were recorded as item three in my list of losses.
Finding them was easy. They reappeared when I stood up
To disembark. What is all this telling me?

As days went by sometimes I was what was lost
Walking outside after dark from restaurant to my room.
I met other travel mates who set me on a homeward path.
Maybe being found is what I should focus on.

There were other losses small and large.
Problems faced and answers found. The score
was tied. Only I am not satisfied to travel
Such a road where human cost to me outweighs the benefits.

Another journey spreads before me. Not unrelated
To my travels gone before. I’m one who is merely changing,
Not lost at all. I will find my way with travelers like me
Whose eyes are set on a distance only now appearing.


Back To Nature

My recent trip to Costa Rica was awesome. It was a multi-learning experience about ecology, agriculture and the world of nature. One day we were immersed in the culture of a pineapple farm in the rain forest near the Atlantic Ocean – in more ways than one. We splashed and bumped along in a drizzle on a muddy road in a tractor-pulled wagon. We stopped for the farmer to uproot a pineapple plant, whip out his machete, dissect the pineapple and teach us its parts and how each functioned. Then he expertly carved the pineapple and passed it around for us to taste. Heavenly. I felt right at home on the farm since my grandfather raised cotton in Alabama and I lived in a farming region in Mississippi as a teenager.

The farmers use only basic tools like the machete, nothing mechanized. No pesticides are used. Cost Rica is the”greenest” country I know. They are very close to using no fossil fuel. The Costa Ricans, or Ticos as they call themselves, live and work with the knowledge of the web of life that is  intertwined  ecologically and agriculturally.

Our guides’ fascination with the plants and animals who live in their country is contagious. After supper  one guide took us out to see the little frogs whose eyes glow red in the dark. On different days we went out on a river in a boat to explore the wild life, including plants, who inhabited the specific area. Our other guide used a green laser to point out birds, butterflies, animals, and plants. I hadn’t realized the complex life of plants. I don’t think my house plants measure up. My favorite sighting was a tree where a dozen howler monkeys “howled.” One was hanging upside-down with his tail curled around a tree limb.

We had been told this was a “beans and rice” country. Not so. I do love beans and rice but we were served much more. The food was delicious, much of it prepared using the various plants we saw growing in the fields. The fish was wonderful. My favorite food was fried plantains. Everywhere we went there was a delightful small dessert – the portion that I can eat guilt free.

The morning we left to fly home I had my own “up close and personal” brush with nature. My hotel room had a separate room for the tub and toilet. The wash basin was just outside its door. While I was brushing my teeth I happened to look down at the floor. Not twelve inches from my foot was a big black creepy crawler at least three inches long who had his tail curled over his back in a double loop and pincher-like front claws. It took my stunned mind a few seconds to register that this was a scorpion. I wanted it to go away. I stomped on the floor, made him move toward the tub and toilet room and shut the door. After I got home I Googled to see if a scorpion’s sting is deadly. It isn’t but I’m glad I didn’t have to learn first hand.


Tipping Point

The vast terrain of what’s gone before me
Wearies exceedingly my memory-stuffed mind.
I’m tired of thinking, expecting new futures.
Give me the simplicity to enjoy today.

My life is changing. I savor new spices.
Attuned to new rhythms I choose different dances.
Fresh questions and puzzles appear to be dealt with.
Strange how promise-filled it is to move on.


Time Travel

Today I am packing, long list in hand of things to remember.
Tomorrow I embark on a journey long planned for. Time to get organized.
Yesterday was clock-changing day. Now we get in the morning one hour more.
The calendar announces that in ten days it will be Spring. I wonder why all the fuss.

Days, hours and time we humans invented
To keep track of motions ebbing and flowing
That chart our impressions that somewhere is forward
And another-where is backward. We think we’re in charge.

Soon I’ll be sitting on a veranda where a volcano takes center stage.
Not far is a river where crocodiles live. Bright birds flash their feathers
In tropical splendor.The glittering beaches beside ancient waters beckon to me.
Here is time kept not with clocks or with calendars. Endless todays promise life is free.


Haiku: Changing of the Guard

Quiet pause today
Beneath ground Spring slowly stirs.
Winter sighs relief.