Length of Stay
There is no more boredom or uneven walk on the hiking trail
No more mere acorns and colored pebbles from the riverbed
A new day of catastrophe’s widening reach
Wearing a mask wherever one goes
Suspicion of catching the virus when traveling, talking with friends and strangers
Living in narrow corridors
A suffocating feeling, counting the hours
Waiting when the end come?
With fear of being left alone and contagious
Today I walk to the river
There is a pink breasted bird flying from one branch to another, from one tree to another tree
Tweeting and communicating in a high pitch bird talk
I see a fisherman attending to his line
The fish has not touched any of his baits
But living is not all about intensity and patience
Not all about uncertainties and business hours
Life is also about the every day simplicity: corn on the cob and opening an umbrella during the rain,
A good book, kind thoughts, and Beethoven
And kissing you goodnight.
“We just arrived,” say the fishermen
“It’s a Siberian huskie,” he says.
“They become cold easily,” she says
Both dogs are wearing colorful sweaters.
Day’s radiance lifts my feet
I meet them in my walk
The same path every morning whenever I can
As if I’m trying remember each column of trees,
Their abundant leaves and shades.
I often think of Camino de Compostela.
I hold with interest Appalachian Trail.
I hear the sounds of hot air balloons overhead
I better get going
Thoughts can escape
I can’t separate appearances and their contents
The dogs, fishermen, river and its tides
One doesn’t have to wonder where poems come from.
The walk brings life to life.
Mrs. Abstract and I toured University of Salamanca. The Way of St. James, Santiago de Compostela, signified by the seashell passes through Salamanca.
A mathematician says understanding the universe
opens opportunities everywhere
complexity is a path enjoyable to hike.
You may surprise yourself,
you may become a disciplined thinker.
She experienced a good fortune
She was hiking in the woods
Hungry and exhausted and lost
Found sweet, abundant, wild strawberries
My moment of the day is listening and reading the story of two climbers: Brian Mann & Emily Russell. Listen:here
Winter Joy: Breaking Tail in 15 Degrees
by Brian Mann & Emily Russell
“It might sound strange, but there’s something cool about being tested. We’re both tempted to turn back, but we’re also thrilled by the idea that we’re the only humans here. It’s a kind of love-hate thing.
“The thing I like is when a mountain surprises you and the mountain comes out on top,” Emily says. “That’s what happened today.”
note: Instead of walking to the river from the condo I did something slightly different today.
Mrs. Abstract and I drove to Synergy, the Wellness Center next to the hospital, While she was doing her aquatic exercises I walked to the Woodlands Trail, 1.2 miles paved trail, which runs along Napa River. It took me 15 minutes to get to the trailhead. I am a slow walker.The temperature was in the high 60’s with a cool breeze. The trail is lined by trees and really a forest between the trail and Napa River. Lot of shadows on the trail with some patches in open air and all sunny.
I Walked the trail then walked back to Synergy. I worked out for 45 minutes then returned home.
I have to gain back my cardiac fitness. Last time I saw my physician, he told me I was getting lazy. I was not doing enough of my fitness program. Remember I had my cardiac surgery January 2017.
A friend picked up Mrs. Abstract after her aquatics and they went to lunch.
“My host was shoeing a great blond carthorse with a mane and tail of tousled flax. He wave when I went into his smithy and mumbled good morning though a mouthful of horsenails.”-Patrick Leigh Fermor
note: the quotations is from A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor
photo: Lake Tahoe taken while hiking with a friend.