Swing of the Pendulum

The space between mountain highs and stinging lows

Palisade Range; Big Pine, California

Haiku

Higher than the hills
Smaller than a buzzing bee
Most days I am both

Sometimes I feel taller than the mountains; other times I feel smaller than the tiny bee buzzing around my ankles. In a matter of minutes, my emotions can twist from one extreme to the other, my attitude shifting faster than the wind. The trick is to observe the mood swings, stay soft as a kitten, and not linger too long on either side.