Thursday, September 6, 2012

There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly

Some days you are the spider 

and some days you are the fly, or the wasp in this case.  I'm not the first to say that but the metaphor spoke in my head when I caught this duo at my back door this afternoon.  Energy and dynamics are flying around my neck of the woods like black flies in June.  I, for the most part, feel more like an observer than a participant, with the exception of, maybe, scratching my allergy infested eyes.  Political turmoil and hoo-ha (an official Theodor Seuss Geisel term, I'm sure) in my own backyard, a birthday passed and although not a milestone number, I am feeling that each one that comes around is a milestone in itself.


Kim Mailhot said...

Every day can feel like a milestone sometimes.
Hope the loops of the web hold you gently so that you can break free when the moment hits.
Big love to you, Friend!

Sherry said...

What an excellent photograph and symbolic of so much in your life. Love you Frida!

Ellena said...

WOW! and more WOW!

Snap said...

Hugs ----

Cheryl said...

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Slightly amazing!