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 Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I know this is dangerous ground, but I gotta say it - I don’t believe the stuff I see on the internet. Specifically, I don’t believe all these baby animal rescues. It’s not that I don’t believe that occasionally, a human finds a baby animal that could have fallen out of some tree nest/home or maybe was snatched and dropped by some raptor or other predator. I am saying that it doesn’t happen as often as these viral videos would have you believe. For instance, I have seen three separate women claim to have found a bumblebee which was rendered flightless by the absence of one or both wings. These bees are found on the ground by middle-aged, single women who apparently climb through the undergrowth with their cameras looking for abandoned creatures. The fuzzy, fat bees are taken home, housed in some elaborate bee version of a doll-house, fed sugar water and petted by their “rescuers”. Then, they die. The internet is overrun by videos of tiny, unidentifiable, naked, baby animals plucked from the grass and taken home by well-meaning passersby. These rescuers are well-equipped with medicine droppers and some kind of milky formula mix which turns out to be just the right thing to feed to unidentifiable baby animals. The babies, who everyone thinks are puppies, grow into unexpected types of animals (mostly squirrels). Let me say that I do believe that some baby animals are rescued now and again by caring humans. But, I also think some baby animals get unwelcome help in falling from trees by over-zealous rescuers. There, I said it. |
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I felt so much calmer before I read that ...
After reading your post, I just might take a break, too. We are going on a fall color trip next week. Maybe I'll do it then...I don't know. I'm finding I am not spending the time on my writing as I'd like to. So much is going on in RL, too, right now.
