Creature Comforts

What makes a creature the way it is? It's evolutionary predecessor? The author and creator, finisher of life? What makes life the way it is? In design, form, function, anymore lovely, lovable, dangerous, repulsive or irresistible than the other? Where it is placed, in flight like the snow geese or crane, in the water, the rain, on land or in a grain of sand? In the tropics or in the high desert? Cared for, comfortable, miserable, feared or forgotten? An innocent dog is "awarded" the title of 'World's Ugliest Dog', with it's little naked head shivering, bulging eyes glisten as a bright brilliant smile frame it's dangling tongue.

The soul so simple and complicated serving as humankind's habitat, the heartland and epicenter of our existence. As nomads we sojourn lost, found, disconnected and connected to each other in time and in the places where our hearts and souls lead us. One heart, one vibration transcending nations, scary, serious, sad, silly,  inspiring situations occur. One imagines a different life, comparing, compromising, hopeful compassion is in place coexisting, codependent upon one another for matters of the mind and body.

How the spirit thrives off of a pulsating planet, people, plants, animals, dwellers of water, land and air breathing one sacred breath into the other. The preciousness of life, this moment, the past and future precious life. The humble, the haughty, the cavalier, crazy, the creative, cranky and incredible, every single speck of light, every dark corner of the world may contain earths elements, from massive elegant oceanic sea creatures to flightless birds who run into the sky like a dream then lands gracefully back on solid ground. Priceless are the treasures of this world.

Sol ☼

Soul's stir, revolving, revolting out of darkness into the light.  There is a rhythm to the constant rotation of life like the sun that shimmers and shines, slides and slips into place with precision and purpose.  Winter and summer preform a special dance when the solstice escorts a new season in and out. A chance to switch gears takes place, a shift occurs as the sacred sun is left standing still momentarily out on the wide open ballroom dance floor, motionless. Then a reverse motion is made moving with a slow powerful thrust, out of this part of the world, onto it's next destination. The rising sun appears as a simple yet splendid spectacular sun and far out in the horizon once again the sun falls off the face of dear mother earth eager to make it's grand entrance again, only hours from now ☼

☼ What to say about the sun's  powerful presence?  The massive ball of fire is great and always the guest of honor among the all star cast of celestial characters in the solar system. The intense radiant heat aims it's mighty sunliness beaming with reckless and abandon.

Solar energy is harnessed and controlled, trapping what can be harvested from it's unforgiving ways, laser beams of heat emit a measured amount of  power. A serape of heat and source of brilliance drapes over the globe with life. The tidal waves of heat creates fantastically orchestrated

fire storms while taking it's place in existence. The power and energy of the sun seem limitless, infinite with staggering ability to breathe it's hot breath on the earth and all of it's inhabitant's. Plants, animals, all land and sea life seek it's warmth and light. ☼ Those off in the distant shores look forward to a long standing and welcome visitor, the new light of day. It will be robed in hope and the promise of returning tomorrow with more warmth, light and liveliness.