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.
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.
WISHING EVERYONE A MERRY AND SAFE CHRISTMAS. A PROSPEROUS AND SAFE NEW YEAR.
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.
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.
The story, in the telling, sounds unreal like a dream,she is there,
She is telling it like it’s presently evolving,happening in real time,
not extracting it from memory
To rise again when all striving seems to have been all exhausted is a man of honor and courage. I can aspire to be that man who participates.
First let me wash the the dishes. Unclean sink does not promise a good dish. A hungry man does not mean he does not wants to eat a delicious dish.
Brene Brown says “vulnerability is not a weakness “. Vulnerability is like a tire that has to pass all kinds of terrain to show real character, it’s resilience.
Mrs. Abstract and I and with two of our friends went to Spain last year. We visited Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.
Though I will miss my lunch
I am not hungry to eat yet
I am exuberantly eager to walk to the river
I don’t want to confess I want to see her again
A woman who walks with a yellow parasol
I do not feel embarrassed I do not speak her language
I feel sad for not learning the language when I was young.
Today is a different day
Everyone wishes “a somewhere to be”
The day when the lockdown begins
The day that nobody wants.
I want focus my attention to the pathway
Lined by sycamore, birch, maple and other trees I can not name
I am still astonished by soft touches of leaves falling on my head
And hearing crackling sound of leaves that I walk on
A day of circumstances
One blue heron and 4 egrets gathered on the riverbank
All looking at the river
Two sea otters playing diverts also my attention
Their heads bobbing up and under the water surface
I change my attention to the birds
They also sense my new interest
I experience the birds play of teasing
Two egrets fly away chasing each other.
Then comes a paddle boarder in the river
He bends down pulling back his paddle
Propelling himself down the river
Stands up, bends and paddles on the left
Propels himself forward again
Downstream he will turn around before he is swallowed by the sea
Paddles back to where he starts his day
Robust and happy for his accomplishment
The day may not be of bewilderment
But it is a day of sun but without rain
I’m happy to take photographs and write a poem
About how we live in a worried world
A reality we can change with our untapped power.
note: The book I just finished reading: Dirt by William Buford. Entertaining, funny, French way of cooking. Wonderful.
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