the blue muse

There’s very little color in my garden just now, but I managed to find this little patch of green up close to my house, little tiny starts of love-in-a-mist and forget-me-nots. One small square of earth offering up proof of what lies beneath the surface, the undercurrent of life, evidence of time’s passing.

I am hoping to be able to see the perigee moon tonight, last night it was too cloudy, but they say this is the closest it has been to the earth in twenty-some years. The moon and the tides have their own undercurrent, always there, even when we can’t see them.

It makes me think about a lot of things, all those things we don’t see that exist just below the surface, love, despair, hope, promise. I think I will go forth on this day and try to keep that in mind as I move through the hours, try to peer beneath the surface just a little, try to listen for what lies beyond the obvious.

There might just be some thing, or someone, waiting to be recognized.