Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


saving wasps, and other unloved creatures

waspI rescue wasps.  Even the big ones. Even yellow jackets. Even though a nest got in to my hair when I was a child & stung me sick.

I also brake for squirrels, mice, and anything running across the road. And I’ve been known to fish spiders out of shower stalls, various bugs out of dog dishes, and pick up threadling earthworms when they’re on pavement.

All of this makes me happy.

Everything is connected, you see. Me, the wasp that just fell out of the air onto the desk where I’m writing, and the giant wolf spider I moved (carefully) out of the shower yesterday, so she wouldn’t drown. We breathe in & we breathe out. And the air the spider and the wasp exhale  becomes part of the air I inhale. It’s the neatest web!

I’m not telling you this for approval. But maybe instead of stomping the next creepy-crawly you see…? You could get a broom, catch it in the bristles (it’s easy), and put the poor befuddled crawly outside. The wasp was so happy to fly free! As was the spider, spiraling down into the safety of the wastebasket. And the bat I once spent an hour saving from the ceiling fan? Ecstatic.



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posted 3:41:38pm Apr. 18, 2014 | read full post »

poetry, structure, and creative beginner's heart
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posted 3:03:47pm Apr. 16, 2014 | read full post »

what a difference a day makes (and other ways I wish I was like my grandson)
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in the flash of a moment
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posted 4:45:55pm Apr. 13, 2014 | read full post »

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posted 2:46:45pm Apr. 12, 2014 | read full post »




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