A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
So happy to hear from you, friend Geo … That pic is precious … I would kiss this frog prince anytime … Much love, cat.
Dear Cat, these tiny guys jump on my face sometimes, so maybe they want to kiss me. I have no need of a prince around here so I don't kiss back --ok, maybe a prince who just eats bugs.
There you go, friend Geo … there is a time for everything … laughing and crying, living and dying, and maybe now it's time for crying and dying or laughing and living … eh, friend ? Anyway … Sending you much love. Always, cat.
I don't know, Cat. Whenever I laugh, cry, die and live at the same time, it disturbs the neighbors. Love is appreciated though --Thanks!
I was just gonna write a note to you, friend Geo … and so I will … If you can't live or die or laugh or cry … you can always sigh … I and I will listen … never forget, ok ? Never forget. Much love, cat.
I was a bit sick a couple of years ago and stayed at a friend's house and snuggled a lot with his Albert, the almost albino cat … thus my post Mumme … please come and visit anytime. Much love, cat.
Dear Cat, I will never forget, not ever. And, yes, I shall visit your site as I have always tried to do but will do better. You are an exceptionally compassionate person and I appreciate it. Love, Geo.
Darwin the frog can give Shakespeare a run for his money any day :)That is an extraordinary photo, and I LOVE that poem to go with it. Little critters do indeed feel, and it's a shame more people don't understand that.
O_Jenny, I consider a soliloquy from succulents and bromeliads just as dramatic as one from Hamlet's Castle.
How do you find the perfect photo for your words, the perfect words for the photo, and/or work this magic? This one offers hope, promise, and a curious critter whose eyes appear locked on mine. Not that I mind.I hope you're feeling better and better each day, Geo.
Perfect photos are sent from Norma's cellphone. I just hang on and write. Tree frogs are simple creatures but on the same rung of the evolutionary ladder with us. Just returned from surgeon's office and he says I'm healing up fine.
I love these words.
The poem from which these words came was three times as long, but I kept editing lines out during my own non-driving 2 weeks. Finally got it down to 26 words --appropriate for a subject tiny as a tree frog-- and they love you right back.
I see you little frog. Stay comfy and safe inside until all is well.
Beautiful Arleen, I do my best to keep these tree frogs safe from doorjambs, but at only a quarter inch in length and less than a half-ounce, the whole world is one's bed.
Sweet little frog.....feeling real and alive...may we all entertain such feelings. Some days it does all seem a tad surreal doesn't it?
Dear Delores, you express it exactly. Recent events have reminded me of blows we all take in life; then, if we're lucky, pass through the surreal mist and regain reality and life.
Lovely words from a truly lovely soul!
You honor me, Mildred. So glad you liked this post.
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