Moments move our emotions, our life
How can I move like time
I am a humble hummingbird
Hovering over flowers until I am out breath
There is wisdom in the stones I will not know
Or a camaraderie with bees I will not experience
Where can I go my friend to touch the warmth of time
Perhaps I can find a child who will want a lullaby
My wings can sing her a song.
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.
I feel good again. I resume walking today. A beautiful day.
The photos of today are from my mobile phone during my walk .
The bougainvillea greets me abundantly
like when I enter our kitchen
scent of fish stew on simmer
fills my senses
The fountain attracts attention
of squirrels carrying acorns
hiding in our neighbor’s redwood tree .
Will they be thirsty?
One lone umbrella and a table Â
near a bed of roses
like a fly fisherman standing alone
in a mountain stream
A white a statue sits on the wooden fence.Â
It moves, has wings. It’s an egret.
I hear hurried steps on the stairs and a voice.
Kaylee? Is that you?
It’s June. Everyone
is coming home.
The sky is blue. The air quality is good. The white egret is back and stays with the fishermen.
The flowers are blooming. I have my shadow selfie.
The walk is invigorating. It beats the pandemic isolation.
It’s Friday and a very warm day. At the moment it’s 100 F degrees. I went to our county library to pick up a book this morning when it was only 85 degrees.Â
Afterwards I went to the promenade along the riverfront. On my return walk I passed through the hotel corridor leading to the 2 restaurants in the hotel complex.
I took a few photos of fresh and dried hydrangeas and few other things.
Two of a kind maybe,Â
hummingbird and forsythia
contentment and envy
twins one minute apart
one is humming, the other whistling
shouting in anger, reciting a praise
eating noodles with fork, the other with chopsticks
I will go, you stay
riding a kayak, each one paddling
I look at you, you are smilimg
coffee or tea
Gosh, I forget, you remember
I thought you have the key, in my other pants
I say goodbye, you say goodbye
I felt content like a girl who danced on the first day of summer.
Walking to the river when the day’s temperature is 85 I saw 3 butterflies flying, the white heron resting on a rock on the river bank with only one fisherman braving the heat.
I walked with frequent stops under shades provided by trees. A cool breeze made my walk enjoyable without soaking in sweats.
I finished my 2-mile loop without suffering from heat exhaustion. Shortly after I arrived home Mrs. Abstract arrived from her aquatic exercises from her friend’s pool. We fulfilled our daily routine.
Note: Mrs. Abstract had a zoom-meeting with the walker’s group from the Women Guild this afternoon. I had my zoom-meeting with the NV Writers this evening. This coming Saturday I will have a virtual discussion in my Book Club. She will have a zoom-meeting of her college friends  (6 of them) on Sunday. They meet virtually every two Sundays since the Cobid. They have a yearly reunion.
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