Galaxies

Ever since the first time I watched Star Wars, I have wanted to see another Galaxy with my own eyes.

This year I have!

I read “365 STARRY NIGHTS an introduction to astronomy for every night of the year” written by: Chet Raymo. On November 18 in this fabulously written, easy to follow, and a pleasure to read book, I was directed to The Great Galaxy in Andromeda. I went out and lay down on the frosty grass, looking up at a moonless sky, and with my own eyes, I saw a galaxy 2.5 million light years away!

May the force be with you.

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What will Bee

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What will Bee?
©By:Basheesima

Mimicking his actions on the end of the flowery diving board; I lifted and planted my feet on the grassy ground a number of times. The flowers before me looked like chili-pepper red fireworks sizzling in the sun’s shadowed light.

“Be still.” She said.

I watched his clumsy headfirst dive. Deeper and deeper he went to his desire.

She said, “Keep watching, you’ll learn determination from him.”

His little black and yellow butt backed out of the Bee Balm’s petals. He fidgeted, he buzzed, and he packed his load.

She and I sat side by side. She said, “My sweetest girl, see his legs covered in pollen. Now, shhhh, stay still, let time be slow, and watch only him. Now is the moment, if you are here in this moment you will truly see this bee. When I say, reach out your hand. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mama.”

The bee lifted from the flower, flew towards us, and pollen fell from his overloaded leg sacks. It drifted in the air like sparkling dust caught in a stream of sunshine cast through a solitary, small window in a dark attic.

“Reach out your hand.” She said.

The tiny bits tickled the tips of my small fingers.

Mama breathed deeply in, “Now smell.” She whispered.

In that moment all sensory input became implanted in my memory forever.

No matter where I am in this world, if there is just a hint of Bee Balm fragrance, this estranged daughter gets to bee in a moment of love with her mother.

Needle’s Song

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Needle’s Song
©by:Basheesima

Dead-grass-tan fields—trodden paths green—
Sprouting spring buds tasted in the air
Sight seen—air particles tinted blue, ice clouds white, leaves like moss
Smell scented—sap runs in the sun
Felt under foot—rock wobbling, stretch arms out for balance
Hear—wind whispered, like gentle waves on a rocky shore, through tree
Sense—songbirds watching while hidden in branches tipped up to the sky
Consistent rumble of wind builds to gentle roar on this white pine’s needles…
I dare say, if I could fly, this is the sound I’d wish to hear on my feathers.

Oh Mama

Oh Mama,

How you imagined when we were safe inside you.

How you dreamed of us

How you felt us so close

Oh, how you imagined what our features would be…

How we’d talk

How we’d think

How we’d love

Oh, how you imagined our lives

How we’d laugh at the tiniest of things

How we’d cry when the birds sing

Oh, how you imagined today’s kiss on your cheek

But, you never imagined how very much We’d Love You.

Earthy Nature

The wind tumbled a dry dead winter leaf over the stony shore.

The leaf cruised at me, and when it passed by my feet I looked down and found this precious skull; so delicate, so perfect. Just what was it when it lived?

Picking it up, watching seaweed slip away, the texture of the bone under my fingertips felt like a favorite polished stone. I expected a wretched smell, but death was long gone. The side bones created an eye to look in, even now. Could this be a baby seal head?

At the back, where the brain must have been housed, was a hole where the vertebrae would have streamed through—so amazing to look in and see where understanding took place. What, I wonder, was this creatures last thought?

Flipping the skull over, there are cavities, holes, where teeth nestled neatly in place. Appears two large canine teeth protected this creature. There also is an extra row of teeth back by what might be molars. Would that help it grind food?

I close my eyes while gently gripping it in my hand and rubbing my thumb along the ridgeline of the skull; in my mind’s eye I see a Fisher or a Fox. Maybe one killed the other?

One day, I may discover what creature’s head is now displayed on my shelf.

This post will be added to a new section in my blog titled: Earthy Nature, where I will share my love affair with this living world.

Fin

Fin
©by Basheesima

A pair of eagles migrate;
gracefully riding thermals.
Robins pick worms from the field;
really are the first birds to wake.
Pileated woodpecker patters on trees;
its call sounds like a monkey in the woods to me.
Dark clouds and southern winds;
rain, not snow, shall fall today.
The dog chews on a found bone;
a deer no longer roams
Red-winged blackbird
declares its throne.
Last of the snow-mountains,
Still so high,
Glad winter is over,
I thought I’d be buried alive.