ok, so: (part IV)

ts a matter of pride for someone born a leo to be very very good at things. just is. so being humble, which is important as a human being but for a large feline as well because it has to do with understanding and compassion, is also big. as in, 'portant.

early morning, just got back to town from some travels, which included as many imaginary miles as real. so it was far. ;) but esp, its good to be back and also: omg, how many miles to go!!!!! ("before i sleep")

this week i saw blue herons over a green lake. one morning, a heron was strutting very slowly and deliberately, the way i imagine one of the wigged gentlemen of the law in england might still do, around the dock of our neighbor's boat pad. he'd a big fish in his beak, and it was still. prob hoping to go unnoticed--sure understand that! but no, the grey (not blue) gentleman had a clearer notion and the thing got dropped to the deck, where it lay helplessly flopping about in the oxygen-heavy air while the heron slowly stood and then stepped and then stood and then stepped. and then struck. quickly, and accurately, through the chest cavity, if fish have those. and there was less flapping, but some, and then-another strike. it sort of recoiled and then with huge forward motion sent it's beak right through the head of the fish ending it absolutely. it was a merciful killing, as i dont like to think what its like to feel lungs filling with water instead of air. must be terrible. but now the fish was dead. and the heron stood over it quite distinctly, and made a point of moving about the cabin importantly, gently victorious. i imagine it was hungry. there's not much time for anything but eating when you're hungry. and sure enough, in minutes, the thing had the entire fish, something easily nearly the weight of its own slender silly self, engulfed in its beak and swallowing without any chewing. it ended badly because before it had completely ingested the thing, we had run forward with cameras and thought to take a picture over the fence, three of us, and startled the poor thing as if it couldnt see us, into flying out over the water and losing the fish into the waves. such is the self important ignorance of the recently-fed sapien!

anyway, great time--the moon got bigger, apparently mars aspected something, venus?? dont know, and things got heavy, but i was oblivious. (ok, im never absolutely oblivious. ever)) what i mean is: i thought on the greens of the lake, the hillside on the other side of it, the gentle curve of the hillside which looked a lot like the small of a waist of a woman lying on her side, and trees filling the whole body, and the fish lept, and the birds variously called, and my heart sank and rose like a metronome, and hope was dashed and then revived, and so: it was your average week and plus some days.

listened to a gigantic amount of house music and christmas songs kept coming to mind. do you have that problem? i sing for christmas, in july, every year, just getting ready.

ps i got to the lake and my camera was full of these urban images, which i hadnt yet saved to disc, so instead of peacefule nature, here's is urbannoia: