I walked along the riverfront in Napa downtown (Napa Valley,CA) where I took these photos last Wednesday.
Books I’m reading:
The Lover by Marguerite Duras and Hotel Du Lac by Anita Brookner.
The Color of My Wednesday
Category: flowers
Why
She goes to school.
He goes to church.
Others look for their birthdays in the zodiac.
There are other ways of learning.
People are confused.
Life consists of many parts
Some parts are broken.
Then life changes enormously
Like shifting shadows in the afternoon
Turned into giant mass of dark clouds enclosing the world,
Silent, hidden, and stilled.
People do not understand why
After they learn to spell catastrophe
They are not happy but distraught.
Wordless Monday
Pilgrimage
A pilgrimage of the heart,
an errand of the spirit
I will take a morning walk
and knock on my friend’s door,
lean on a tree, feel the root’s vibrations.
I will fold my hands and listen to stories:
People walking, their pockets heavy with stones,
birds singing sad songs and hiding their wings from the sun
riverbeds with broken porcelains,
multi-syllabic prayers uttered in silence at Angelus.
A child and a lady smile and wave
when I pass by on my way home
on the sidewalk with wild flowers
blooming next to the iron fence.
I have been walking to the river again since 4 days ago. I did not walk today.
Fall and afterwards
Since my fall about 4 weeks ago I have not walked to the river until today. I walked halfway, easing my way slowly.
I felt good.
Yukka and palm trees shadow the sun
Thorns and leaves abound
Life.
Books I am reading:
Middlemarch by George Eliot
(with my Book Club)
Coming to Our Senses by Jon Kabat-Zinn
Walking
your eye catches
light’s reflection on a spider web
a hammock hanging between
a tree and fence
neurons interlaced to strengthen memory
a bridge for retrieval and deep learning
atoms, stars, horrors
of war, how to be a shepherd
the interlacing of flowers,
spices and herbs in a garden
flowers complementing appearances
and passion
plants to engender savory taste and texture
a simple life prepared a table of elegance
you resume walking
each step echoes
music of Beethoven, imaginative spark of
Virginia Wolff’s stream of consciousness
to express an exhilarating day.
A Morning Walk
The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts
Present Moment
How often do we return to a place of enchantment
How do we “recognize the infinite value of every moment”
Rilke says, we desperately try to hold these moments in our hands
Today in my walk I found 12 cents of coins on the ground
Place them among the fowers
A moment of happiness
Not because of the new found wealth
It completes the wholeness of the universe
A new day
Morning Walk
58, cloudy, low tide
a woman and her daughter run
a dog runs with a red ball in his mouth
he drops intermittently to keep up with his master
A grandma pushes a stroller
two other children walking and talking
vultures hoover, ducks hurry on the river
My morning walk to the river
find excitement in the moment
experience the goodness of the earth
The Root of All Things
A man measures the distance between the trees
The distance of the trees from the path
The distance of the trees from the river
He looks at the sky
His mind can roam infinitely
“Leaving behind unilateral view of things”
Man is not the root of all things
He is not the measure of all things
He finishes his work
Returns home where he tends goats
And bees and grows a garden
He is the village philosopher.
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