The failed experiment will not be a singular experience
could be wide with ramifications
is it unusual to have unhappiness early in life
and to have fullness of life later?
Sighting an uncommon bird
will be peculiar day.
a point of celebration.
The jellyfish dance,
glitter in the night
Walking in Festival of Lights
at sunrise
a bird leaves
its perch
a tree painted blue
a wind chime hangs from a branch
a bird sings from faraway
a mother looks at her child
imagines colors of her voice
the sun recedes behind the mountains
she adjusts the aperture
takes all the photos
a long story begins
yesterday
a snowstorm
a child was born
I mistake a falling leaf for a bird,
A bird for a thought that flies past my eyes
I am watching the tide flows upstream
I solve today’s Wordle.
Can the flowers hear
Do butterflies whisper their wishes
I’m alone walking along a forest path
My hair shines in the sun
You can follow me
Wherever you are
I pace my steps
Aware of watchful eyes
I’m reluctant to stray from the path
The mountain may shake
Obliterate my awareness
Dictionary may not suffice
The majesty in scarcity
Can elevate my expectations
Tomorrow I will start early
Inaugurate a new attentiveness.
note: It’s invigorating to be able to walk to the river again. I met a lot of walkers walking their dogs or their friend’s dogs. The air is clear and the sky is blue. Simple things.
The leaves were changing colors.
Today on my third day
of walking after the fall
I reached the river.
I saw a blue heron, maybe
a younger one, feathers paler blue
Bending down to tighten my shoe laces
I found a penny next to my shoe
I felt richer.
Is it a journal or diary
or just doodling?
Both need writing
and thought.
and repetitions.
We drink a bottle of wine
The moon shines on the town square
Tomorrow we will go fly fishing
We spread our vacation days
Seldom we feel so fresh
And asking questions.
Afterwards, school.
What will be to light our way
Knowledge or experience?
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.
Walking to the river
I met many women walkers today
in twos, in threes
walking a dog,
walking a stroller
walking with a walker
I heard conversations
words I could not understand
I passed by an adult retirement home
glanced at people playing bocce
The sun was higher now
almost home
In crossing a street
my shoe stubbed the edge,
Like a lightning, I hydroplaned
on a concrete walkway,
For a moment I could not believe
it happened
large bruises on my knees,
palms of my hand
my stick laying in front of me,
my eyeglasses, intact
my bones, none were broken
A car stopped,
a lady driver got out, offered
to help me. I thanked her
I stood up on my own.
I arrived home to attend
to my wounds.
I was full of gratitude.
An extraordinary day
The books I am currently reading: Middlemarch by George Eliot and The Artist’s Journey by Marcia Shaver.
Goodbye my friend
sail on
the sea awaits you
words without end
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