Whistle

I am walking to the river.

Sometimes I whistle when I walk Inviting the breeze to come.

 

The birds whistle to each other.

They hide within the branches of the trees when it rain.

Their wings become heavy when wet.

 

Some places flood when it rains.

Places next to a river.

Houses along a river.

Even after repeated floods people don’t want leave.

 

Some mountains have frequent fires.

People who live there also don’t want to move to another plane.

 

Some people have perseverance.

They have courage to resist.

 

The cool breeze comes.

I continue my walk.

Sometimes I think of you. I wonder of what you are doing.

 

I will see you on Thursday.

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note:Color my heart with cookies.

The Joy of Winter

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.”

True to yourself

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“What does being ‘true to yourself’ really mean? To Aristotle, it means realizing your potential, and so it is never too late to start to become’true to yourself.’ The English word ‘realize’ has two meanings—becoming conscious of, and turning into reality —and Aristotle’s idea involves both.”

-Edith Hall

Aristotle’s Way 

How Ancient Wisdom Can Change Your Life

note: One of my moments of the day. I start reading the book, Aristotle Way,  How Ancient Wisdom Can Change Your Life by Edith Hall.

A Cup of Tea

Studies show health benefits of tea

Blessings to the heart and mind

The little cakes and finger sandwiches

Adorned the tastes and elegant hour.

The particularities heal the blemishes

Of the day. The conversations float

 

While minutes pass hurdles and eddying currents

There two varieties of tea. They grow well

On high elevations and warm climate 

Holding a cup of tea is an acquiescence

To its fragrant flowers and seed bearing fruits

 Harvested with care not to damage the leaves

 

Sometimes we venture beyond our boundaries,

Beyond the branches and buried roots

Like breaking away from intimacy and uttering

The first word. Shadows climb up stairways

And do not return. But ideas return, loiter around

To solve the first equation ushering more ideas.

 

Optimism can lead a way of learning

A sip here, a sip there and ready to fill 

The cup again, hot, vibrant and healthy taste,

Green, black, yellow, rich in flavonoids

And polyphenols, sovereign with its own species

And millions of followers: honest, loyal, calm.

A Leaf of Excitement

The rain started last night and continued today

I didn’t walk to the river this morning 

Instead I went to the Wellness Center for a workout.

This afternoon I was in the Study Center 

In the library helping students with their homework.

Afterwards I attended my Rotary Club meeting.

This evening I started reading Conversation With Friends,

A novel by Sally Rooney.

The little things that make life interesting.

We can measure the day by how long it rained

HOr by how happy is the student after 

She understood what she was studying for days.

A green leaf started sprouting from a seed 

Aboard the lunar lander at the  surface of the moon.

That’s a living plant  listening to Moonlight Sonata.

My Holy Moments

 

Today I went for my walk before I had my breakfast. It was 53F and the sun was trying to peek behind the clouds. A light brown, tall poodle lumbered out from a door and ran ahead of me. I heard a young woman called out, “Mozart, Mozart, come back.” The woman and I exchanged pleasantries. I remarked that she has a beautiful dog. I met a walker with his dog, a smaller one thanMozart. We greeted each other, Good morning. They were walking on opposite direction.

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I continued my walk to the river. A few fishermen were socializing among themselves. Their lines resting on the riverbank.

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Two towering palm trees across each other on the sidewalk greeted passerby’s. They remind me of a warmer place somewhere. The yucca plants did not give me a similar memory. 

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Perhaps because of a rain for the last 2 days the street was fairly clean. The birds sang joyfully.

 

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By the time I turned around to walk back home the sun has burst out. The top of the hills has risen above the clouds. The breeze 55F grazed my face like a whisper. 

My morning of holy moments.

Choices

We lose sleep because we want

To know if our life has meaning

What’s the meaning we are looking for.

I pray for the Holy Spirit to help me

I went to see my primary physician today. Seeing a physician is a confirmation of our mortality. We are mortals. We are subject to decay. It’s a morbid reality.

When we pray we affirm our hope for immortality.

We should realize both conditions offer us a chance for greatness. Greatness means steps of extraordinary work. Greatness is immortality in the eyes of man and God. 

My doctor told me I have work to do.