Meri's Musings

As I walked outside in the early morning light, the moon was hanging in the western sky, full and shiny. Ah, I thought. Maybe that's it. I've been feeling particularly open the past few days; feeling tender and raw as if I'm taking on some secret sadness from unknown sources. Sensing that I'm wide open psychic-ly and not particularly well shielded. Feeling mutable and changeable as if the slightest breeze will alter the way things look to me forever. "Mutable" copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian. If, as I've been told, this wander I'm going on starting in mid-week will alter me in profound ways I can't anticipate, the cycles of the moon, the wind ruffling the water's surface, the feeling of tenderness for the suffering in the world and a sense of being on the cusp of something too big to grasp with my mind are probably all part of the travel package. A little preview, so to speak. Soul Journey. All aboard. . . . .

Here are some things I know for sure. Roses aren't worth growing unless they smell like roses. A cup of chai or caffe latté, no matter how pretty, will always taste better if a friend's feet are under the table. By the time you pick up your camera, turn it on and focus, the hummingbird is long gone from the vine maple outside your computer room window. Cats have an amazing capacity to make themselves comfortable, a skill we should all emulate. A full moon on a clear night will always be the best show in town. Eagles tend to hold still a little longer than hummingbirds, particularly if you're across the pond and they don't know you've got a camera in your hands. Even if you're past your prime you can still be gorgeous. What do you know for sure today?