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The Return of the Animals


I confess to being a springtime scrooge.  When everyone else is oohing and aahing over the warm weather, welcoming it and delighting in it, I cringe, knowing that, despite the fact that there are some magnificent  days in April, May and early June, Spring is the harbinger of the dreaded hot-humid-hazy, lazy days of summer.  Admittedly, this is a terrible attitude and a worse way to think, not living in the present at all. 

April may be the cruelest month as T.S. Elliot writes, and I concur in many aspects, except for the return of the animals.  Why?  Because the animals work their unique and miraculous magic on depressed souls and bring joy.  I once read that animals were natural anti-depressants… a very astute observation.  How a child’s face lights up with joy to touch an animal or observe one up close.  Adults, too, are wooed by their innocence.  Animals bring enchantment, enrich our lives.  That is why therapy dogs and other animals do such good work in hospitals, prisons, hospices for the dying, wherever there is misery.

The return of the animals brings music to the air, replacing the ominous gale winds of winter and the blanketed silence of snows.  Insects hum and buzz.  Birds sing and chirp.   Windows are opened wide to allow sweet- smelling, soporific breezes to blow through our houses. Little green shoots become beautiful flowers in our gardens, along side roads, in the fields.  Trees come to life again, gods of greenery.  Fat, red-breasted robins perk up the lawn in their search for worms.  And we no longer have to worry about animals starving.  The deer we see mid-March in groups, scavenging for food are thin and weak.  And the squirrels have run out of their stores as well, raiding the bird feeder which they normally leave to the birds.  A late Spring means animals will starve and die with no edible items.

And yet, with all the pleasure the return of the animals brings us, do we welcome them with open arms? No, we fumigate our land and spread pesticides all over their territory.  Many species of birds are heading towards extinction due to our use of pesticides and, generally speaking, our “development” of the land.  We destroy vernal pools, thinking them mere puddles rather than the breeding place of frogs and salamanders. We take the babies of spring– the lambs, the calves– away from their mothers and slaughter them.  Sometimes with abject cruelty, in full view of the mothers.  The mothers wail in anguish.  We break bonds stronger than the supposedly solid bond of human matrimony that nowadays fails as often as it succeeds.

In The Letter Writer, famed author, Isaac Bashevis Singer wrote: “In his thoughts, Herman spoke a eulogy for the mouse who had shared a portion of her life with him and who because of him, had left this earth. “What do they know–all these scholars, all these philosophers, all the leaders of the world–about such as you? They have convinced themselves that man, the worst transgressor of all the species, is the crown of creation. All other creatures were created merely to provide him with food, pelts, to be tormented, exterminated. In relation to them, all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka.”

This is how we repay those who bring us such joy, such love, such purity– those who uplift, save lives, care for us.  It has been said that a dog is the only creature who loves his caretaker more than he loves himself.  Dogs have it over us in this. 

Spring is almost here and, with it, the return of the animals.  Let us open our hearts to our fellow creatures and show them the appreciation they so deserve, for without them there truly will be, as Rachel Carson direly predicted, a “silent spring”.

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Last of the Informal Show


These photographs are the last to go to Michaels Makindye Foundation for street orphans and homeless children in Uganda. See reference at end for information and donations…

Some of my India pictures are going as well… see “India” on the blog. One appears below…

Delhi Market

Makindye children

Michael and Angie

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The Beauty of Humility


Clapsed in prayer

Unfolding in silence

Bowing down to the Creator

(Click to enlarge)

Welcome to samples of my work in various art forms showcasing “Eye-locks and Other Fearsome Things.”  “Eye-locks” is a Bipolar/Asperger’s memoir in narrative form that describes the triumph of love over mental illness.



	

Transformation


Fears and tears
in the sunshine
of April
“The cruelest month”
New life
overcomes
the death
of winter
and with it
its hope
of escape
in dying
Can’t it
just end
Samsara
No poetry
No muse
No spirit
Oh, April,
the killer
month
The Soul
Snatcher
The menacing
life force
that most
revel in
kills my
will
to join
in the spirit
of rebirth
I see only
the cruelty
of Samsara

**********

April raindrops
dry tears
and Spring clouds
sooth
my parched soul
and bring back
will and spirit
to join
the living
once again.

 


Oh Dying Lily


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Oh, Lily

in the valley

of despair,

the devil’s lair,

thou seemeth to be shy

with your glossy, glassy tears.

One day we all must die

and we all have fulsome fears

of dying.

It is not

for lack of trying

 your life to live;

it is not from sins of lying

or reluctance to give.

You lived your life purely,

always kneeling demurely,

and though your petals turn to crepe

your form still has a humble drape,

still praising He who made you

in your last living days

and inspiring us to follow suit

in your reverent ways.


Ode to a Lily


Lily of the Valley (digital photo)

Oh gentle

Lily of the Valley,

bowed down in quiet prayer

 to your Creator,

your humility,

your simplicity

is your beauty.

 ~

How like the trees art thou

who, unlike you,

reach skywards,

while you kneel

with sensuous spirituality

in deference to the Almighty.

~

Oh beauteous

Lily of the Valley,

would that we all were like thee

in thy hushed humility.