Day 14, #WriteOut '25, In Between These Ears. A Rocky Start for a Saturday Wondering About the Way We Landscape Our Worlds

I took advantage of a Friday with no meetings to catch up on projects, to walk the dog, to care for the yard in pre-hibernal preparation for colder months. I needed a knitted cap to keep my ears warm. I read a book of poetry soon to be released - a hymnal of spiritual reflections and I wrote a review. I also stood my ground and rejected a review of a journal entry, simply because my brain can't take much more of the intellectual endeavors. I'd rather hike.

It's Saturday. The to-do list is immeasurable, but I'm okay with my flaws and the fact I'm unlikely to get to all that beckons my attention. I'll get to what I can, thinking about what I could, and what I will likely hope for in the future.

There was an evening of gorgonzola meatballs, garlic white pies, and friendship. The dogs wrestled on couches and under kitchen tables in canine delight. This is what I cherish most. Their frolicking and the ways #WriteOut asks us to think about what matters most.  

In Between These Ears

#WriteOut ’25, 2025 - Day 14

b.r. crandall

I saw my thoughts

aligning the trails

where my office

once found entrance into

an outdoor world.

They were recognizable, 

these stones, like brittled 

old bones covering landscapes

where wildflowers once grew…

oceanic primrose trading pink

for the gray that makes territories 

more concrete & sincere.

I couldn’t help but contemplate

such human choices, the

culmination of bureaucratic 

decision-making to outline what

we’re suppose to stand for. 

& I wonder about the birds,

their quest for worms and 

larvae covered by stone

where their beaks once 

found sustenance. 

These brains are interesting

spaces to unravel a

world that, at times, 

makes little sense.