

I am not everywhere or nowhere
I am immersed in my thoughts
Over the chessboard.
Don’t be a rock that sinks
Be a stream that flows.
note: I’m walking and playing chess and reading. I wish I can write more.
I start to feel well again
I start to walk to the river
Shorter distance at a time
The rain has stopped
The next few days will be sunny
And temperature may be high 60’s
May be I will be able to walk further.
I watch chess tournaments virtually
I am playing chess again by email
But not poetry yet. Ideas
Come only in spurts and short
I am not worried.
Note: I finished reading, All The King’s Men
by Robert Penn Warren, for our Book Club. Excellent book. Full of insights.
The big rain arrives today
loudly and enthusiastically
house shakes,
nest rattles,
river swells
snow falls abundantly
weather forecast boasts correctly
rain in stormy fashion
sheltered in just lifted
a week of rainstorm
wind, very strong at times
cold and wet
Let’s celebrate.
Today is a new day, fresh and significant.
A new light.
Let’s walk together, work together.
Courage and hope rise up in the light.
Let’s go.
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.
Today was a very sad for our country. An “insurrection” breached the U.S. Capitol which was eventually repulsed.
We had a very good rain On Monday. Yesterday I walked to the river. It rained again today.
Last few weeks I watched chess tournaments on line. During the last a few days I started to play chess with a friend.
I have a hard time writing poetry recently.
The ascending music of Beethoven’s piano sonata number 21
Reaches the height of your admiration
Like driving alone at night in the rain
As if the sky opens up for you to be happy
All the hidden stars twinkling for you
Happy New Year’s Eve
Note: The rain came last night. Today is New Year’s Eve
She prides in her age, seventy.
The world ages with her
That includes you, my dear, she will say
All of us bends down to pick something from the floor.
She can bend down with no moans from her spine
Simple calisthenics and moving constantly
Should not be a secret,she says, with a smile
That’s one of my grandmother’s philosophy of aging
Keep moving because you are curious and alive
That’s one beauty of being unpretentious.