Puddles

by | 20 Sep 2016 | Musing

This morning I watched a little girl in yellow gum-boots, a pink skirt, and bright green rain jacket joyfully hop into and through every puddle on the road. It rained all night; the puddles are epic. She was gleeful.

Stomp,stomp, stomp. Splash, splash, splash.

Her arms were waving all around and she wore a big smile. The especially perfect puddle, the biggest, splashiest puddle, she doubled back to, running up the road past her mom and several lesser puddles, to jump into it again.

As adults we see puddles as obstacles. One more thing  to deal with, to work around, to manage. I resolve to see puddles, real and metaphorical, as things of joy. I still need to get through them but what fun can I have along the way?

Stripes and wrinkles

by | 15 Sep 2016 | Musing

Stripey One and Stripey Two! Moremi National Park, Botswana

Stripes in motion. Moremi National Park, Botswana

wrinkling her nose at us. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Elephant family moseying by. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Zebra dinner

by | 13 Sep 2016 | Musing

the kill, guarded. Moremi National Park, Botswana

The other lions could not help but stare at her enormous zebra belly. Moremi National Park, Botswana

“…I ate too much…” Moremi National Park, Botswana

lioness topping off a zebra dinner. Moremi National Park, Botswana

wet whiskers. Moremi National Park, Botswana

The other lions could not help but stare at her enormous zebra belly. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Next in a series…

by | 7 Sep 2016 | Musing

A red-billed oxpecker having breakfast on a giraffe. Moremi National Park, Botswana

I don’t want to follow the crowd. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Communal bath; the bumps in the background… crocs. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Big bull rolling in the mud. Moremi National Park, Botswana

The Road not Taken Enough