You hide, avoiding spotlight and regard,
Let others have their moments in the sun
Small talk, large groups for you are both quite hard
Thus you oft eschew the words, “Well done”
What creature, then, can I compare with thee?
An earthworm making soil in the dirt?
Or detritivore cleaning up the sea,
Hard-working anti-social introvert
A hoverfly works hard to pollinate
The lovely flowers everyone enjoys
Yet no one pauses to appreciate
The busy flying workers of no noise
Some people never see, will never know
The one who does, and doesn’t seek to show
W3 Challenge this week: write a love sonnet to yourself.
Let this line guide you:
There is in you something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in Yourself … that is the only true guide that you will ever have.— Howard Thurman (1899 – 1981)
For Christmas, my brother gave each of his surviving siblings a mug with a QR code on it. My QR code leads me to a trivia question each day. My sister gets the bird of the day. Another brother learns a little history from his. The gift-giving brother learns about an unusual creature each day. The other day his creature was a Sea-Pig:
Scotoplanes globosa, commonly known as the sea pig, is a species of sea cucumber that lives in the deep sea. It is considered a detritivore, or something that eats detritus, decaying organic matter. These kinds of creatures are crucial to the ecosystem, but we seldom consider them.
Out of sight, out of mind.
They probably like it that way.
I know that I do
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 