the beach nomads
hermit crabs protect their vulnerable tails out of found objects in the sand
when they outgrow their mobile home, they get together and make a line by size
then, in an act of cooperation, they let go of their shell and take the bigger vacant one
dancing a conga line together to survive
we call them caricacos in costa rica
they love coconut and, like kids, will swarm to anything sweet
i saw a giant one the size of a bowling ball when i was a kid
i was so amazed by its size
i then understood that anything in this life is possible
just one of the beautiful inhabitants of our beaches
a mentor for all who are willing to learn
observe nature, endless answers will then unfold
i love birds.
at times, i wish i could be soaring the sky, gliding effortlessly through the air.
yet, not all birds are created equal.
in the heat of the middle eastern kingdom of bahrain, staring down at me were two large, unblinking, piercing eyes, a menacing red throat and matching temples, crowned by golden spikes coming out of its head, tips black as if dipped in poison, all framed in a black void visage of doom.
inches away from my face, this creature was more of a demon from hell.
a beautiful and rare bird, i was almost hypnotized by its entrancing gaze.
i could not help but laugh at myself at the grip this animal had on me.
wildlife has that unique rawness that connects it to the everythingness of this world, an unspoken energy that vibrates through all life.
that is what i felt as i stared deep into its eyes.