the wave! the bubble!

although my brother-in-law, steven, says that
real baseball fans never do the wave..
when one was is walking the hiway..the wave is a must!

i wave for two reasons;
one,
to be seen..
the other,
to see.
the waves that are returned
add an exuberance to my feet!
the honks that accompany the wave
are a buoyant bonus!
my practice is to wave without preference;
to see the hummer as i see the vw bug.
the wave is the peace sign i carry.

walking the 10 miles to montesano,
i was in the shadow of three nuclear stacks.
it is all mind, that i know clearly..
yet some how i was feeling some anxiety..
even fear..
for the first time on the walk..
so i seussed out!

i imagined the towers transformed
into huge bubble machines..
that they were filled with aromatic
nectar of rose, jasmine and sandalwood..
fragrant, gigantic bubbles
landing and bursting
on farms and pastures!
the aire got sweeter..
my mind calmed and mirthed!

bubble mantras,
taking and sending..
may all beings be happy!