Pure White

Pure –
1. free from anything of a different, inferior, or contaminating kind;
free from extraneous matter.

Free from difference, inferiority, contamination…

Perhaps, just perhaps,
purity is in the eye
of the beholder.

 

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Pure white flowers, tinged in purple.

 

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Pure innocence surrounded by pure white light.

 

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Pure white flame reflected in purely smooth melted wax.

 

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Pure delight and wonder wrapped in pure white fur.


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Pure

World Oceans Day 2016

I am reposting my thoughts from last year’s World Oceans Day. Now more than ever, our oceans are in need of protection.

“How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly Ocean.”

~ Arthur C. Clarke



Expansive and deep,
beautiful but volatile,
ample force to turn
vessels to splinters.

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Teeming with life,
ceaselessly churning,
an indefatigable
dynamo.

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Kissed by the sun,
caressed by the winds,
extolled by poets
and sailors alike.

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Sustainer of life
as we know it on Earth,
yet with all its
grandeur and might…

still fragile.

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Weekend Coffee Share 6/4/16

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you I am worried about my dog. He hasn’t been well the past few days; lethargic, eating grass (to ease his tummy, I think), and vomiting his food on a few occasions.

Okay, maybe that’s not suitable conversation over coffee. But it’s what’s on my mind.

I grew up in an environment where cats and dogs were primarily consigned to the outdoors. Cats were mousers and dogs were watchdogs. I didn’t understand people’s close relationships with their pets. Something happens to your dog or cat? Okay, feel bad, but then get over it. It’s not like it’s your child or something.

Now I realize that any relationship we hold is a valuable part of who we are. Of course I care more about my children than I do my pets – and I certainly hope all parents would feel that way – but that doesn’t alter the relationship I have with my pets.

You know that phrase “it’s all relative”… not true, in my opinion. If something happens to your pet, if a baby bird falls out of its nest, if the centuries-old tree down the block is cut down… it can all matter to you, if you are in relationship with it.

So baby birds fall out of nests all the time. It’s part of nature. And it’s not like an endangered silverback gorilla being shot and killed in a zoo (which happened in Cincinnati this week). No, it’s not the same. But it’s also not relative. I can care about both.

I can care a heck of a lot more about the gorilla than the bird. And I can care a heck of a lot more about the safety of the boy who was believed to be in danger in the gorilla enclosure. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about a bird.

Caring about a bird or a pet does not take away from caring about any other living being. I can hug a tree and still care very, very much about world hunger and poverty and child abuse and war.

We obviously have priorities, and appropriately so. It’s all interrelated, but it’s not all relative.

Dang, here I go off on another rant during our coffee date. You’re going to dread coming over. I’ll stop now.

It’s supposed to get up to 100 degrees (F) today, something we’re not accustomed to here in the Pacific Northwest. I’m going to keep an eye on my listless little guy, and try to keep us both cool. I’ve got lots of yard work to do, but I’ll work on indoor projects and stay out of the heat as best I can.

I hope your weekend goes well. Thanks for stopping by.


Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.

Communique

pen

Thank you for your recent reply.
Okay, so technically you didn’t respond.
But may I humbly submit that
your nonresponse was, indeed, your reply.

Actions speak louder than words.
Non-action can speak just as loudly.
And your non-message has come through
with absolute clarity.

Silence isn’t always golden.
Sometimes it’s a cheap substitute
for honesty.

So here I sit in silence,
forging ahead with my own inaction,
and wondering to myself
as to whether or not

you’ll get this message
which – of course –
I won’t be sending.


The Daily Post discover challenge: Apology