There is an episode of BBC America that my husband can watch (and has) repeatedly. The main character is a baby iguana that manages to escape dozens of hungry snakes within minutes of birth. (It's a rather fast-paced chase scene that may have you jumping up from the couch urging on the fleet footed fellow, getting one's adrenaline pumping as much as your favorite action film.)

Can you imagine within moments of taking your first breath, having the wherewithal to run for your life, to know instinctively that being still is a good first thought (if I remember correcrly, the snakes cannot see, but they sense motion), but running is the absolute and necessary follow up to the failure of stillness? Running fast and far and prefarably high up the side of a nearby hill?

They are wired that way.

Nature's wiring is mind-blowing.

Every living thing on the planet is wired. Or programmed. And although some species are more complex than others, the whole of it, from the single cell amoeba to human beings and everything in between, above and below, is intricate, interconnected and mostly still a mystery to us.

Ever wonder if stars have DNA?

“I nicked myself shaving this morning.”

That was her response when asked about the cuts on her arms. No one ever inquired further.

Except for one stranger whom she met by chance. He told her to stop lying. She asked what he meant.

“Accidental nicks are not perfect incisions.”

the road to find balance eludes,

you search for shape,

and stumble on minutiae,

you delve into details,

and loose the expance.

a blot of darkness in the water,

a distraction for the escaping squid,

a pink petal fallen on the desk,

gives no clue, to the eager,

of the proceeding eruption.

If you can see the beauty of creation, you know that it was made by a powerful, and amazing God. There is no doubt about it in my mind! I also have no doubt that I know the Creator personally. Every day, I wake up and think, "Boy, am I glad that I have eyes!"

“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind." Job 12: 7-10

Gold liquid pours down from the sky,

mountain tops bloom like flowers,

a reverse fireweed from white to pink,

the sky a blue only seen once a month

when the moon is full

and then purple as lupine

before all becomes dark

but for the sparkling snow lit up

like a lantern of moonglow.

watching people go by

who have lived here

all their lives, privileged,

secure, eyes jaded

and those who cling together

newly landed in this country

grasping freedom

walking in the open

with out fear

their men, boys safe

eyes round with opportunity

plentitude divided on

the street of life

The birds start out in primordial chaos. If you choose to sit and observe just long enough, they reveal their secrets to you. The starlings undulate, the waves rippling across the wings of the collective. They dart back and forth, but always in tune with each other. Order in chaos.

Stop.

Halt.

Discontinue

right and wrong,

right and wrong,

right and wrong.

Reframe the world,

by love,

not principle.