It rained yesterday.
Rained again today.
We are only 54 percent in rainfall for the year.
I walked to the river on most days.
Today I did not.
Calamities make days unreal.
In our isolation let’s expand our relationship
You are not alone
We are in this together
We cry together. We pray together
Let’s join our shoulders together
Love will prevail.
I have a mountain of books to read
Books are scattered everywhere in the house
I will call and ask you where to start reading
The garage is full of non-essentials
My hours need occupants
On most days I walk in the neighborhood.
Now is the time that I should go deeper in my learning
Not my usual ordinary way to please myself.
It’s sad to realize it takes a pandemic to wake me up.
Time is emptying like food on the shelves.
Disturbed by nearness
The blue heron flies away
The child, surprised, cries
eagerness, a fresh approach of interest
very dark now
time to chase fireflies
immersed in dancing lights
lost in time
the tree pulsates
darkness and light
can one get lost,
adrift at sea
Sunny and 57 degrees yesterday afternoon. I walked to the river. Met other walkers. Watched the clouds and birds. Just like today.
Listen to the birds and encounter beauty of the day
Spread your gratitude with the sun
“love of Christ must come before all else.”
I walked farther today than the previous days: three miles. I crossed Napa River on an elevated bridge and connected to the river trail, to the downtown then returned home on another street.
It was 65 degrees, sunny with a cool breeze. I met along the way other walkers and cyclists. We all practiced the safe distancing. There colorful flowers and plants and art.
I stopped a lot to take photos.
We are sheltered in.
Allowed to go out to take walks
Or get basic essentials for daily living.
I walk to the river for fresh air and scenery
The clouds form many disguises
The blue heron comes then flies away
Horses nonchalant in its movements
Tiny flowers adorn the lawn
My daily miracle.
The fresh thought of wanting
The eagerness of eating an ice cream cone
Hastens arrival of summer
As if it can be done by magical gestures
I’m thinking of supernatural, the miraculous.
I will fold my hands
And sit still, in silence.
There are those extraordinary hours
When you feel the approach of the beautiful
The moments when imagination is at its sharpest
When you see only clarity
Awe can be incomprehensible.
The ice cream is melting
The buds remain buried under the snow
I’m running very fast to catch reality
And tie it down.
Where are you?
After correction of errors, a shift in imagination
The weight lifted lighten the wings for wider spaces
The stories written with new desire for understanding
Seeing and describing reality.
The moments of waiting before the unfolding
Is utter loneliness.
The objects of desire are well illustrated
Ushered in the open air.
We forget defeats, remember victories
The painful ones, the hardest ones
Written in the bones, carried in the tears
We smile and say, why not.
The art of fresh approach, act of integration
The next story of enchantment we will write
As if we are thinking of immortality
We are offering our homage and gratitude.