thankful

Yesterday,river and neighborhood
my 11,000 steps
on path and sidewalks
long shadows and rows of trees,
tiny green leaves sprout
between sloughing barks,
purple buds greet the sun.
I was happy.

Nature is kind.
I am thankful.

hiking a switchback

How do you approach tranquility,
everything is crumbling around you?
Forest and streams are full of resources.
Behind boulders
you will find failures of absolutes.
You will walk in absence of sounds
darkness not filled with hallucinations
“plod on” is a common virtue
stamina of will, be calm,
you are not alone.

When sky closes its windows
you are a frightened soul sobbing into sleep
feel insignificant, tamed and fireless,
drifting into fairytales.

Then you travel and don’t see ghosts
but landscapes and mountains
with indescribable shapes and colors,
walkers singing many songs and stories
the world, a cauldron, sharing a common bond.

Memory sometimes is like a heard conversation
you wonder if it’s real
or like eating watermelon
sweet and mouth-watering.

writing memoir
leapfrogging upwards and downwards
stopping for ice cream

You can start writing a letter
to a lost friend
like stroking the guitar strings
singing a praise or prayer,

like photo-shooting with a stranger
from one street to the next
not knowing if you will have
chicken dumplings or caviar and oysters

You will be all caring
composing a quilt of your past
the present is a daily memoir
how you live, wander and wonder
not tied like a lovely bouquet.

let me taste

note: Judging homebrewed beer. Similar to wine tasting.Blind tasting.

 

 

HAPPY EASTER

colors of Saturday

note: A walk from the Napa County Library to Kennedy Park and back. My day’s 14,500 steps.

Good Friday

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.
after a storm
pausing between two thoughts
calmly folding an umbrella

morning visitor

Our daughter , who works for Balloon Above the Valley, called us early in the morning to tell us one of their hot air balloons was flying over near our condo. I came out in the parking lot with my Nikon.

This afternoon I walked my 10,000 steps to the river.It was 65 degrees.

 

alone

heavy clouds gather over the mountains
my unhurried 10,000 steps
surf paddle board rider alone in the river
seems unconcerned.

World Poetry Day

sweet oranges and geese
meeting after a rain
spring sings poetry

note: today celebrates World Poetry Day

 

spring equinox

winter tree under a blue sky
hides a vibrant life
I walk by to say goodbye
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing.
—Isaiah 35:1-2