In the headlights a Pigmy Owl had a Vole by the scruff of the neck. The Vole was at least half as big as the Owl. The Vole struggled to break free of the Owl's single clawed grasp. So strong was the Vole's resolve that the Owl beat it's wings to keep from being dragged across the dirt road. The Vole tugged, shook and jumped. The Owl, appearing more the victim than the Vole, flapped, and spun. The dance lasted for an eternity of seconds. Finally the pair were seperated by either mutal exhaustion or simple fate. The Vole trundled off, the Owl looked into the headlights for heartbeat and then gently flew off.
What a struggle there had been. Such a focused moment of survival. Owl wanted food to live and the Vole wanted life.
How are we different?
Who is food for us?
Who are we food for?
Must it always be a struggle?

What is slow and what is fast?
Who makes the judgement?
How did we arrive at a common frame of Reference?
Waiting to see the Dentist time is slow.
Having fun with friends time is fast
Listening to a relative explain a story they have told many times before can be fast or slow..if it is real funny it is fast....if it is dull it is very slow,.
Watching ice melt is dull. Watching water freeze, much the same.
What if there was a way in which we could make watching ice melt be fast?
What if there is a way to make it fun? What then?
Imagine telling a friend, excitedly, you are going home to watch ice melt. Or perhaps watch television.
Which one is a waste of our lives?
Ice never tells you how to feel,
Ice never tells you what to think.

In a fever dream a spider barked.
Hydraulic legs propell it across the landscape of the couch.
Did it bark or was it imagination?
Maybe hightened senses from the fever; who knows.
It may be that we miss so much in churning senses of life that,
we miss oft ignored sounds of our world.
Barking spider is terror to a carpet mite.
It is a wonder to us.

Turtle spirit laughs so hard it rains.
So much laughing going on it's hard to make it back up the dirt road to the house.
The trees are laughing too.
The streams are roaring with laughter.
Laughter is infectious.
Walking, surrounded by laughter, I laugh too!
Happy turtle spirit.