Heaven labored earth
into light lightest,
then came the worlds, the words,
which we remember imprecisely,
save one: move.
The reason was clear: You Cannot Stay.
Strong words scrolled by fireflies
like by the swords of archangels.
Maybe we misheard, misread,
but we left lighter than we had come.
We are leaving still in droves
to the beat of much distraction
over a stunning expanse of expanse
toward the drama of the horizon.
- d. lea lewis, July 2019
What a fun image of Langur monkeys traveling over apartment roofs in Mumbai, and snapped by daughter Amy Lewis on a recent trip preparing for the 2020 Wild11 conference.
I'll post on the monthly explorations I make, in every season and weather imaginable. My travel is presently limited due to lack of time and an elderly feline companion who gets car sick. That has been a blessing in disguise as I'm forced to explore locally in northern Colorado. Not a bad place to be "stuck." My appreciation is enhanced by learning of the generosity of my neighbors here and the vast consecutive acres of natural corridors that they have recently created for native flora and fauna.
Some dumb television commercial everyone has forgotten said something smart way back in the 1960s: When your life flashes before your eyes, make sure you've got plenty to watch.
I did not invest time and energy nor sacrifice my own desires the last fifty years to slink away quietly in my sixth decade, relegated to curating stuff, dusting stuff, and staying within the lines society expects of its aging population. Nope, that's not how this Baby Boomer rolls.
Planet Earth; Fort Collins, Colorado