Into The Woods


Foggy brain and random words

Introduced me to forest bathing 

And being friendly with my neighbors

Walking in the woods makes me more attentive to sounds and light

Breathing fresh air with fragrance of trees and streams

My emotions calm down

I start feelings of gratitude

Each breath becomes easier and more regular

I feel connected to the world again

I can look at my pain and losses

Not wishing them to go away

But to go through them

And face them with gratitude

Every day is a new day

Appreciative of small and simple things

Like breathing, walking, dawn.

note: flowers I saw during my walk to the river today.

Wet and Dry

Today was a very sad for our country. An “insurrection” breached the U.S. Capitol which was eventually repulsed.

We had a very good rain On Monday. Yesterday I walked to the river. It rained again today.

Last few weeks I watched chess tournaments on line. During the last a few days I started to play chess with a friend. 

I have a hard time writing poetry recently.

Music & Rain

The ascending music of Beethoven’s piano sonata number 21

Reaches the height of your admiration

Like driving alone at night in the rain

As if the sky opens up for you to be happy

All the hidden stars twinkling for you

Happy New Year’s Eve

Note: The rain came last night. Today is New Year’s Eve

Seventy

She prides in her age, seventy. 

The world ages with her

That includes you, my dear, she will say

All of us bends down to pick something from the floor.

She can bend down with no moans from her spine

Simple calisthenics and moving constantly

Should not be a secret,she says, with a smile

That’s one of my grandmother’s philosophy of aging

Keep moving because you are curious and alive

That’s one beauty of being unpretentious.

Musings on Sunday After Christmas

Hide in a shelter of trees in the woods and listen to avian conversations, sweet songs and chatter

Serenades in chants of love songs, birds flirting, time phrases

Simultaneous displays of affection

When evening comes, lie down on the meadow to ease you muscle aches and back discomfort

Watch the stars appear ten by ten until you can’t count them anymore

Your brain nudges the hammock of neural synapses connecting lifelines of attention and comfort

The fragrance of grass, beauty of flower garlands open your senses to a new chemistry

The body is intelligent in an unknown way and know what to subtract and add in wholesome well being before you yourself knows what’s happening.

Open space embrace with soothing air and mountain views like a sanctuary as if nature is speaking to you. And understand emotionally what the birds are singing. The secret is not what you imagine but what you feel.

You know you will need tremendous courage to follow your own rules.

Some songs and calls are fading

The birds are facing extinction

Encroachment in their habitats or human neglect

The birds chant offers a sense of place and time and peace

We are losing the outdoors richness when our winged friends leave or die.

Don’t abandon the birds, they are helpless pretty creatures and friends

If you don’t answer your questions you have to find one who can. Don’t presume you are the first one to ask.

Christmas Eve Miscellany

Merry and Safe Christmas Eve everyone.

Photos taken during the last one week at home, with my daughter and her family and during my walk to the river.

The world has changed during the last one year. There are sadness and losses and there are hope and strenght.

My granddaughter finishing the preparation for the challah bread before the baking. She will give the bread to me as a Christmas gift.

Pesenting the finished product.

Ramen with shrimp, my lunch 2 days ago.

Yesterday I walked to the river. I saw the egret walking along the river in front of a fisherman.

Then flew away after I had taken a photo.

Winter Soltice.

Can you see the bluebird?I was walking by yesterday and saw a bird perched on the fence. I was the bird did not fly away when I was adjusting my phone-camera.

Today in my walk to the river I saw the paddle boarders returning back to the downtown dock where they started. The white egret was not interested with them.

They were colorful. They were talking and enjoying themselves.

I wish everyone a safe and merry Christmas Eve.

Why the birds again?

Where I live here in Northern California is on lockdown again.

Last Monday I saw my doctor, a nephrologist, and I was given a new medicine. 

I walked to the river this afternoon. The egret and the blue heron were in the river. I had my long lens with me  this time. You are probably tired of hearing and seeing these birds because I posted them many times. I’m sorry.

The trees were getting bare. It’s December. The leaves on the sidewalk looked like mellipedes.

Beauty resides in many places.