Where the lake has lapped onto rock, where the storm has dropped a puddle, a lopsided frog with full back legs and tiny front fins bobs in the water. Bumpy green-brown back of mud, one bulging eye that looks like it may topple out.
Yesterday we discussed slipper-shaped limb-buds and thalidomide, embryology class and the steady nerves required to dissect a formaldehyde baby. We talked about the nature of Soul — logical mind understands it as the red-vein, blue-vein muscle; emotional mind feels it as a warm spot of light in the chest or throat. We want nature in balance, not this one-eyed frog looking up — humble creature, helpless to swim away.