Daily Archives: May 14, 2010

Life is Simple. Life is Complex.

  • Life is simple.
    • Life is complex.
  • Both can be true.
    • You make the choice.
  • Live simply without frills.
    • Each moment has it’s due.
  • Live or fill your life with things and people.
    • Each second used to the fullest.
  • Both are valid.
    • Even the same person moving back and forth.
  • Simple, then complex, and back again.
    • There is a time for complexity and simplicity.
  • Take each, one in turn.
    • Meld one with it knowing change is coming.
  • Life is simple.
    • Life is complex.
    • You make the choice!

Originally written:  October 22, 1997

  • A reflection on life and work on the present and the future.  Life moves from simple to complex, from slow to lightning speed.   One thing is true.  Change is coming, ever coming.   We, as human nature, resist   change and try to maintain status quo.  While we resist change, it is inevitable. 

Monarch Butterflies

  • Monarchs here. 
    • Monarchs there.
    • Monarchs everywhere.
  • Flutter, flutter, flutter.
    • Beauty on the wing
    • More than I can count.
  • Flutter, flutter, flutter.
    • Each year they come.
    • Beauty on the wing.
  • Flit, flutter, flit,
    • From branch to flower,
    • Then to my arm.
  • Flit, flutter, flit,
    • Off they go
    • Beyond the horizon.
  • Flit, flit, flutter, flutter,
    • Amazing  miraculous journey,
    • Many generations born and died
  • Monarchs here.
    • Monarchs there.
    • Monarchs everywhere.

Originally written:   October 12, 1997

  • Every year at Natural Bridges State Park in Santa Cruz, CA the Monarch Butterflies return.   We visited the park when the butterflies were there.  They literally covered the tree leaves and the branches so that were weighed down and  looked like limbs on a weeping willow tree . Each leaf was a butterfly. There were so thick they actually were in layers, one butterfly on top of another.   Then the sun came out through the ocean fog and it warmed the butterflies to the temperature they awaken and fly.  It was amazing to be standing amongst the swarm.  They landed on my arms, hands, and even my nose.  They were so light I could barely feel them as they sat still and just moved their wings.  Then they fluttered away.  A week later they had flown onto their next destination to return again next year.