Gusanitos -- Little Worms - Winter Ending
In front of my building today, I saw dozens of little, skinny, brown, dead, worms. It had rained a bit the last few days. They were laying on the sidewalks where there had been snow and ice in the weeks before. They survived the longer winter underground, I guess.
Days pass.
My ideas lie dormant, or distracted, like the dead little worms that laid across the warming sidewalks. Even days after the warmer fog and gloom they are there. Gusanitos. Dood, in Arabic. The plural, who knows? Doowadie?
The cycles come and go, another spring is at hand. Now a week into March.
2026.
I was reading an old journal from 1992, the first year after returning from my life altering Church mission. I started it in 1991, or 2000-9.
It was the year 2000, miles and years away.
Now it is a lifetime later.
Still keeping some sort of a journal, only now expostulating on dead worms in the spring and the changes of seasons.
Little dead worms help the birds along, and the grounds and the grass. Right?
The grasses surrounding the memorials of those killed at my building during their honorable service.
Amen.
Some miracles are positive, others are not. But they all come from God.
Ah men, and ahmen.
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