Thoughts from the Backyard

Hi.

Does anybody remember me? Wow, how bizarre is it that I don't blog anymore? And how bizarre is it that I kinda sorta want to now, even though I don't really have a topic nailed down.

I think part of why I don't blog much anymore is that I work as a writer now. So it's kinda like the last thing I want to do at the end of the day is write more. But the odd thing is, I still write emails that could rival War and Peace, and I still do an immense amount of personal journalling, so how do you explain that?

So, what do we want to talk about, people?

I'm sitting out on the back deck, and it's finally late enough in the day where it's cool enough to do so. I just heard some geese squawking and wish I could squawk back enough to say "Come land over here. There's some nice long green grass you might like." But I don't know how to say that. I really like geese. From a distance. Actually I did have a traumatic childhood experience involving an attacking goose, but now I just know that it's wise to admire them from a distance, and that feeding them can be dangerous.

I remember hearing on the news one year about a dozen or so geese that took up residence in a woman's back yard pool. She liked having them around for the couple weeks they were there, and took to feeding them. Exactly a year later, 100+ geese took up residence in her pool! Guess word had spread!

Lately I feel like I'm being reminded to listen to God as He speaks in nature. I'm not going to share any big revelations here because I don't have any. But sitting here in the breeze, in a lush green yard, listening to some birds who sound insanely happy, I'm realizing that I do want to listen.

Oh, and here's a question. Why are chipmunks so darn adorable and squirrels are just large furry rats? Hmmm? Is it because of Chip and Dale? (the chipmunks, not the dancers.) I mean I want to grab one of these little chipmunks and stuff him in my pocket.

Wow, maybe this is why I don't blog--because it comes out as complete stream of consciousness nonsense. No topic. No poignancy. No lesson to be learned or story to tell.

But it does feel good to test the waters out again, just the same.