Friday, May 1, 2015


Florida has an achingly beautiful Spring that suddenly arrives bringing fresh green growth and cool breezes.  For a short time the air is sweet with the faint fragrance of new shoots bursting through the soil almost overnight and the gray cold of Winter is vanquished. warned--this cool delight won't last.  Just as you sink gratefully into the cool arms of Spring, it is suddenly gone to be replaced by a burning sun and the damp, heavy air of tropical Summer.

Let's take a breezy walk at twilight and enjoy Spring before it leaves us wanting more.
The woods are thick and dark where the setting sun doesn't penetrate.  Mysterious paths meander through the undergrowth. Leaves rustle         as a small bird takes flight. 

I feel happy cherished by Nature, energized, creative and the need to rush melts away.  This must be freedom.  The prison of modern life is self-imposed so why do I so seldom break out?  I imagine that I am seeking peace; yet so often it eludes me.

"Have I measured out my life with coffee spoons?"

Perhaps it's not too late to change.

'And indeed there will be time to wonder,
"Do I dare?"

Of course I will dare.
What have I to lose at this late date?  In the soft light of evening everything seems so

Up ahead I can see the lake with its gentle reflections of the trees.  A slender orange fish glides along.  He is in no hurry; he has nowhere in particular to go.  I wonder how the water feels to the fish--I am after all a

"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me."*

Quietly, I decide that the mermaids will indeed sing to me.

* The quoted lines are from a poem by T. S. Eliot called The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

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