The Sky and the Bee …
Noticing and loving nature was taught to me by a great friend, teacher, mentor and coach. We would run cross country at 7,000 to 8,000 feet and sometimes higher. I remember once at about 10,000. We would cruise and then run in place sometimes and have to call out a plant by common and scientific name. Oleoresin is the allergen, Toxicodendron is the genus and Poison Ivy is the common name. And I swear sometimes this was before dawn. And then Scurius (I am not looking that up so 45 years later that could be wrong for a squirrel.)
Oh laugh all you want to but do that in the snow. I have no idea what rich kids did for fun.
Oh my we should be all alight
Bees and bugs attack my own small space delight
A simple sting cause not a fight
Effortless it would be to snuff their life light
But I love the little creatures of day
As they suckle all bright and shiny gay
Reminding of the happy way
No matter what my elders may say today
Let the love and dance be anew
Be my bride of love that I used to eschew
Like the sailor bring me back ‘fore the dew
Love will carry us, me and you
Back to my bee so delighted
Onto my old hand the rascal alighted
His color not at all righted
The rascal was a firefly that I sighted
I hope you are clear here. I lived in a place where one mile from my home I could actually and did face a Mountain Lion.
And can you even imagine I used Radon for years. And I am married to a gal from Vietnam. Think Agent Orange. I think lawyers used hackers. They are after me for suing because of my Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. You figure the irony, I cannot.
Help my cure. Not from sick but from ignorance. Listen with me of sacred spirit – Yeha Noha