Strangely, this haiku by Masahide came to my mind as I walked along the creek today. After crying and raging about the irreverent "beautification" of the creek bank by city crews I settled down and realized that now I can see the creek, and the mountains. Leonard reminded me that a lot of that growth
will grow back. I still don't like it and it's so frustrating that you don't have a voice in anything but I tell myself that I'm not the one in charge here - God is. Barn's burnt down, now I can see the moon. Diane
