Month: April 2015

view from the bedroom

I am feeding the hummingbirds, they can’t stop guzzling down the sweet water in the bright red strawberry feeder. I started out with three birds and now I see maybe 12. I think there are two different kinds and maybe some baby birds. I’m filling the feeder every two days now. I don’t know where they have been but the birds seem to remember this feeding place and buzzed around my face till I filled their strawberry. I love the humming sound of their wings and the iridescent colors of their feathers and how the colors change as they hover. Once in a while a hummingbird will turn and stare at my bedroom window as if checking in on me. They don’t have hummingbirds in Hawaii.

I went to a poetry reading tonight. I have tried and tried and tried and I hate any kind of reading. Ok, that is not true there is this guy Bill Kenower who I enjoy listening too but he gives more of motivational speeches early in the day. I hate to go out, I dislike small take, I smoke da kind and so get paranoid when people whose name I’ve remembered act like they don’t know me. Let me say it again I hate small talk, so instead I over talk, try to be honest and funny ( always a mistake grasshopper) and end up standing there red-faced. The bitch is I am 65 years old, shouldn’t I have this down by now?

I imagine a salon with good lighting and comfortable furniture. Everyone has a glass of something and that smell in the air is more than incense. There is music in the background, slow and low and hits a place in your body that drums to your beat. And at the right moment you hear someone speaking words that catch in your heart, it’s poetry.

Spring

Spring is slowly arriving in the Pacific Northwest. Tulips, daffodils and now some poppies have been spotted. The fruit trees put on their Easter finery and color has replaced grey. I sit and watch the hummingbirds consume mass quantities from the feeder and act like kids on a sugar high, chasing each other, dive bombing, never seeming to stop having fun. Sometimes I think I would like to come back as a bird. I would love to fly high, gliding with the wind. The ocean of my mind is calm right now and I tiptoe around grateful for the peace. I feel lucky that I have spring to remind me of new beginnings, how so much is possible. I know the queen mum is at peace and as I breathe into this moment, so am I.