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accidentally stepped on

Oh I’m sorry!  I didn’t see you down there,

I must not have been listening out for you.  Are you OK?

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Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?

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maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.

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Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight

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Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.

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Bask in the warm sunbeams, please. – Mark Weathers Nov 2014

 

The black collarless cat

I have heard tale about black cats crossing your path. I have heard tale about witches’ familiars and known a few prankster, predator spirits myself. I know the black cat is a symbol with a long history of feline heroic individuals, and I know the black cat has it tougher than ever in this modern human world of blind violence and fearful hateful superstitions. Many humans treat the other animals in their life with blind contempt and confinement. Roadkill, and nobody cares.

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The powerful, dark smell of fresh asphalt.
The inconvenient truth that auto-accidents kill and maim countless lives while some lives matter more than countless others. Our ways of transportation must involve killing less innocents. It’s not ok that a little kid has to lose his beloved pet for the same reason it’s not ok for all the other lil animals to lose their lives because humans haven’t figured out how to speed around safely.  The self driving cars of the future will go along way to shifting this paradigm.  The roads will start to look like train tracks with bridges for wildlife crossing.

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Some animals in this life are free from their cages. Some roam the streets in a larger, harsher cage within a cage. The cage of random local human made happenstance within the happenstance of the nature of all life on Earth.

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The boxer dog debated for a while but barked loud and furious at me after I said hello. Having it his way, I crossed the the road to avoid it and its invisible fence. Another boxer maybe the first one’s mum ran up, looked around and just seemed to want to calm the first dog down. The second never barked or payed me much attention at all. I crossed the road to the pedestrian right of way right after the medium loud dog. And then I crossed the road back again because a few houses down opposite the aggressive dogs, I saw a black cat guarding a house. I looked at its way must have maybe meowed. It probably meowed too after seeing me and came trotting down the hill right toward me from about 40 yard plus. Naturally I walk to intercept and pause on the shoulder of the road by the mailbox of the house the cat came from. We greeted each other like old friends. And had some nice gentle scratches and rubdowns. No collar, but very well mannered. She even came to me when I started calling her back from her careless and idle wandering onto the fresh black asphalt. I stayed with her for just a couple minutes and took her photo. A car passed by and as I was petting her, to hold her close, I also held her down with gentle force in the direction that she flinched when the car passed by. And then I immediately let go, and resumed passive petting/grooming. But then I wanted to leave and continue my long walk to the grocery store and then home. But no, she wouldn’t leave me alone. Meowing some but mostly just following in my foot prints with her silent steps she kept after me. The cat kept following me and as I stopped to pet it and give in yet again to it’s amazing persistent cuteness then I saw another neighborhood solo pedestrian like me coming toward us. Sure enough the cat continued to follow me and harass me with the cutest of meows and beckons for attention. She followed me for about two full houses down the street toward the direction out of the suburban network of stand alone ranch style houses. The other local neighborhood walker past by and she said she thought the cat belonged to me. I told her it was not mine, but I don’t think the cat knows this either. I told her that I knew about people warning about black cats crossing your path, but then asked her what does it mean when they won’t stop following you?  …when they won’t stop giving you lots of cute face bumps and tail whips, meows and purrs.

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I started walking off a bit with the human lady and the cat must have taken it as a sign and so left me, venturing across the road and into another yard.  After wishing each other happy Halloween, I let the nice older woman in a cute red vest get some distance from me while I slowed and watched back for the black cat.  A minute or two later, I looked back and saw her again, walking the the side of the road toward me, from a good distance. I stopped, she walked forward for a while but then turned right and went up some drive way, probably about 5 to 7 houses down from where I first saw her. I gave a loud meow goodbye and watched her stop for a second and move her head to hear, saying that she heard. I couldn’t her meow, but I know how she feels and what she says. I had never seen her before and I’ll never see her again, probably. I hope she’s ok. -mark weathers 2014-10-29

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Happy Halloween to you!

<3

Mark

Pillar of doom

All the time in the world, waiting patiently for your end.  Spend as much time as you need, all the time you can.  Enjoy your ride.  Mazes are fun.  Get lost on purpose.  Adventure, explore and dig deep.  Walk all the way around.  Check it out.

There is only one way in.
There is only one way in.

One way out.

Death is an unknowable mystery.

Life is knowable mystery within unknowable mystery.

Marvel at your surroundings, look all around.

Try to figure it out all, take it all in.

Seek your roots, seek your truth,

once you’ve spread your wings.

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land softly and launch again.  - MW 2014-10-17
land softly and launch again. – MW 2014-10-17

Visit your most sacred, hallowed grounds.

Profound lessons are to be had in our cemeteries.

Deep thoughts of divinity, hardship and our roots.

These places we ignore usually, leaving them untouched and slightly kept after.

Go there and also witness the abundance of animal life.

Listen to the birds, bugs and hundred year old trees sing.

They thrive on the land that holds our ancestors.

We walk the Earth in peace and joy.

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As I walked the hallowed ground I came upon a “butt-tree.”  It had long cheeks and about head height there was a hollow with green leaves inside. As I looked in, I saw the leaves twitch and heard a rustling. Startled, I jumped back and then laughed at myself. I found a nearby seed pod full of uneaten, red berries and tucked it lightly into the nest’s doorway. My work was done.

 

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Be well, friends.

– Mark Weathers – October 2014

stung bit kicked

ouch!
what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung.  Ha!

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Let’s go!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.

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laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.

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Let every fallen leaf carry a different lesson. This one is for you. Please be well. -2014-09-19- mark weathers-