|Mosaic by Teeny, Tiny Artist "Unknown."|
Who are the persons in your neighborhood?
I have little interest in continuing the argument with my overly stubborn, temperamental, po-dunk modem & the hiatus from the digital world feels particularly nice right now. Besides, it gives me more time outside & the High Desert seems to have a great deal more to share/teach me than all those strands of data & disembodied voices in the ether...
Many teachers & muses linger about out there in the heat. Whenever I crawl out of my climate controlled cave & face the oven outside, I am rewarded for my initiative. Or something. Sometimes, they are inside too... but I will address that dubious dynamic in the near future. Over all, indoors or outdoors, this time 'round, the majority of the other-than-human persona I meet seem to be quite small.
Here I begin what I hope will become a series of brief anecdotes about the persons in my neighborhood. I shall start with that of an exceptionally talented & enigmatic creature -- a mystery mini-muse.
Days ago, while hanging laundry on the line, I spied the micro-mosaic work of a really Wee One which led to some creative ideas about crafting, landscaping & also prompted (in part) a lengthy & very pleasant conversation with a clever & talented human person whom I also consider something of a personal muse. What a breathtaking assemblage! What meticulous placement! I do not know the identity of the Wee One who so thoughtfully, skillfully & carefully created this diminutive work of art (though I could toss a guess in the direction of the Mud Dauber clan). The scientists in my life are quite excited about it, as they have never seen anything quite like it -- particularly, something so small. Of course, I love the smalls, the denizens of the macro world, the Wee Ones & this was a joyful gift of inspiration. Also a mystery. I do love a mystery... Who lies within?
Could it be that part of the lesson, the mystery & awe of it resides in the not knowing?