Return of the Frogg Princess

As I am nothing if not a master of stating the obvious, allow me to observe that it's been quite a long time since my last post.

I feel I should mark the occasion of my return to the blog with a profound rumination on the meaning of life, or something equally along those exalted lines. But I am also nothing if not lazy, and profundity takes a lot more work than I'm prepared to do right now, so I will have to settle for a more mundane ramble.

So I'll tell you about how today I went for a noonish walk, which took me along the Los Angeles River (yes, there is one—sort of). I breathed in the dust of the trail beneath my feet and looked down over a rusted chain link fence into the aqueduct. There was very little to see in the way of water. And yet I could see patches of rich vegetation springing up here and there, miniature forests that somehow drew life out of concrete and stagnant water.

I also witnessed the take off and flight of a great egret, its wide white wings flashing under a bright sun.

And before I ever even got to the trail, I saw a single white flower on an otherwise barren bush.

Hmm.

I feel I may be stumbling onto something profound after all, right there in the midst of the mundane. But perhaps that's exactly as it should be.

Wherever you turn your eyes the world can shine like transfiguration. You don't have to bring a thing to it except a little willingness to see. Only, who could have the courage to see it? — from the novel GILEAD by Marilynne Robinson

[Jesus asked him], "What do you want me to do for you?" He said, "Lord, let me recover my sight." — Luke 18:41

It's good to be back, my darlings. With kisses from the frogg princess...