SoCS- Rope- Just Thinking…

Offering a stream of consciousness, is a way to ‘rope’ others into a small segment of our thought process.
I can’t speak for anyone else but mine is wild and messy.
Have you ever asked someone, “What are you thinking about?” and been told, “Nothing.”? I’d guess many times that’s a ballpark generic answer in an effort not to have to explain just like our inclination to answer the question “How are you?” with “Fine.”. But sometimes, I wonder if not having anything on your mind is truly possible? It isn’t for me but how would I know how the mind of others work.
When I’m mowing my lawn, washing dishes, or listening to the radio, there’s always something on my mind. It may only be the appreciation for a favorite tune or what I’ll make for supper, but I never feel a ‘blank’.
This leads me to ask if everyone experiences an ongoing internal dialog with themselves, especially on complex ideas. I do. Questioning myself is a big part of it too.
I find this topic fascinating because it’s one of many things each of us can never know.
Can anyone know if the taste in their own mouth is the exact same taste for another person? We know our favoring of tastes is different but experiencing the taste and what makes a person favor it or not, isn’t possible. That’s a cool concept but also frustrating for those who are hopelessly curious.
Drawing this to a conclusion comes down to my personal realization of how infrequently ‘we humans’ can be certain of anything. We know our senses can fool us, we’ve become alarmingly aware that other humans we give the title of ‘expert’ can’t be sure, and our dear parents aren’t any more able to be unbiased or certain, than we. In no way does that mean that nothing is real or true. This is more of a warning to never stop revisiting those foundations before we assess other things, just like keeping an eye on the sturdiness of that stepladder you’re climbing. Truth comes tumbling down if you don’t or possibly, you’ll end up dangling in a misty ‘nowhere’ land of self-serving definitions and facts. (Hint: Just because a large number of people say they know ‘the truth’ doesn’t mean that they do. You need to pursue it for yourself.)
Thinking critically, and constantly challenging our own conclusions, seems all we can do in order to pursue truth and stay intellectually honest and open-minded.
Have a great weekend and keep thinking!

Tuesday Poetics- After St. Valentine left the building- Not To Be

So, give me your lost loves, your broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that failed to sprout.

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Not To Be

My life- a filament on a mirrored pond,
freely floating, no horizons visible.
Drifting- against my will or perhaps in spite of it-
but for the breezes.
I’m certain you MUST exist, in this singular universe,
But for chance, most unfair,
I’ll not find you there.





Vacation in the Forest~ Mystery solved.

My vacation at camp was mostly miserable. We were daunted by heat and humidity to the point of sitting in the shade and not daring to move. It felt like horribly wasted time.

BUT, There was one curiosity that we experienced on a nightly basis. This mystery gave me one bright interest in the midst of all the misery and sulking. At dusk, and through the wee hours, we were visited by an odd crying in the night. It was creepy. It seemed to move freely around the perimeter of our camp. The considered explanations were a new bug, a fox lamenting the loss of a young one or a tree frog we hadn’t before known.

As the week went on, my curiosity outweighed my fear of the unknown. There was not a rustle in the bushes when the sound jumped locations. The thought of a bird being the culprit was all that was left. But what kind of bird?

This has been a year of raptors. My backyard in Massachusetts has had daily sightings of hawks, young and old. Other reports of hawks in greater numbers have flooded the Facebook posts of my friends too.

My last late evening brought out the daring in me. I recorded the sound on my camera and pursued it while the twilight still afforded me a view. Suddenly, I raised my hand in victory and followed the path of an owl silhouetted in brief flight above my head. AHA! The owl landed and reproduced his squeaking lament. We finally had an answer. But why didn’t it hoot like an owl? Why did it carry on and on giving away its position?

My son-in-law was able to access the web from his phone and searched for more answers. He found a site which offered immature owl sounds and found that our old friend, the barred owl, must have had young. One of which was squealing in our area. (Gee, I so wish that I had been able to see them in daylight.) I believe there is more than one. Now, as the days grow delightfully cooler, I have an interest in finding and photographing our new neighbors.

The first video below shows you the immature barred owl making the squeal that we have been hearing. It doesn’t seem like much until you consider it as a foreign forest sound from the dark.

The second video shows you what we will be hearing in greater frequency soon.

NATURE KNOWLEDGE: Camel Cricket

I believe this is a variety of camel cricket. The ones that I have found in my online search, have a humped-up back…this does not. I’ve found them beneath tarps in moist environments at our camp. The largest ones have bodies almost as long as my thumb and an overall length(tip of feelers to tail) of about 4 inches.

If anyone knows more about this specific cricket, please add links and information.

Camel Crickets prefer dark damp areas. I personally like their “woody” appearance and texture. They can become pests to homeowners but, in the woods, are just a small marvel.

Their eyesight is poor due to their preference for dark places. I suspect this is what gave me the opportunity to photograph this guy without a quick get-away.