The Distance Between

Once upon a time the distance

Between thoughts is eternity

Time has changed

The distance has narrowed

One thought can almost touch the other thought

Yet we ourselves are getting apart

Much farther then ever before

The noises are ever present 

And everywhere, no places

Where quietness reigns

Humanity is diminishing like insects

Information floods and displaced truth

The mind is restless and occupied

Not a moment stilled for self reflection

We are walking statues

Blind and deaf to directions

Or how far is self destruction?

“Hatefulness is everywhere.”

 

Once, I asked you

If you have a map

You smiled and I smiled

We both knew the answer

And we were silent, our faces blank

We walked away sad

With tears in our eyes.

 

To go far, to do a little

More, we need 

To walk together.

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.

Walking

During my walk
when one foot touches the earth
am I honoring someone or something?
The bones buried under the land?
Or the sustenance that rises up the roots
Or the stories heard by the tress told
by storms and musical wind?

I’m resting on a bench, listening
to the music around me, movements
like breaking twigs and leaves scattering
an older lady passes by, we exchange greetings
and talk about the 100 vines of newly planted cabernet,
surrounded by special grain of sand,
on the bend of the walkway.in front of us.

We walk along the path everyday and only
now we do meet. A casual conversation,
tidbits of solace during solitary walks.
They add like intertwining yarn
in beauty and strength.

After a while we say so long
resume our ordinary time.

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photo: from m mobile phone.

New encounters

87 degrees, sunny with some breeze. Mrs. Abstract kisses me goodbye. She is going to play Mexican Train with her friends from the Women’s Guild. I have a good reason to stay home and read.

Athletes subject themselves to “rigorous and exhausting discipline, giving up many comforts and pleasures.The contemplatives, (or monks) also submit themselves also to rigorous regimen.

When I consider the disciplines of the athletes and monks and compare them to myself I’m a small pebble in comparison. Their stories are distant but not too far away from me.

I pick my staff, and my cap and go out the house and start walking towards the river.

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A man, paraplegic, sitting on a wheelchair under a shade of a tree near the river, greets me with smile. He is enjoying the breeze. After a short conversation, we part after wishing each other a good day.

While standing on the river bank I see a sail boat with two riders coming to the inlet. I wave to them and the man greets me. I greet him back and wish the two riders a good day.

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Returning from the river I meet a gentleman wearing a yellow cap and sitting on a bench. We start talking. I am 93, he says when I ask him how old he is.

Returning home I see a man and his dog walking from the opposite end of the walkway.We exchange pleasantries. He introduces his dog as a cockerpood. He says it’s a breed between a cocker spaniel and a poodle. She is a quiet dog, hardly barks her master says.

My cell phone says 4 miles and 9,000 steps. It may not be accurate..

The meaning of reality is how one faces reality.

Reflections

I have been writing lately mainly about my walks
I’m not that old to know that nasturtiums are edible
The leaves are rich in vitamins and calcium
neglible bitterness which chard also possessed.

I like bitter melons and they are bitter
I don’t have to make it philosophical
like pain and rejections that acceptance makes us stronger

Sweat and scenery ride together each cajoling each other
like two friends ribbing and sometimes hurting each oher

When we were children ghosts made us cry and curious
We told our stories and we laughed.

We follow the bent of our mind with the best effort
without allowing any passing moment without uttering gratitude.

Without a car I am compelled to walk
Which begins as reluctance to accept
converts to a blessing and daily gratitude.

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What are these flowers?

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Part of the Riverfront walk. Cool and sunny. Nice cloud formations.

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Inside Oxbow Public Market

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Look for the white heron

Flowers on Memorial Day

Mrs. Abstract and I are trying to accomodate only one car. She has more activities every day than I do. She has the car this morning.

There is a Memorial Day celebration today at the Veterans Park in Downtown Napa on the Riverfront. The day is warm in the mid-80’s with a light cool breeze.

I walk to the Veteran Park, watch tpart of he ceremonies then continue my walk to Oxbow Public Market like one other day.

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nasturtiums

On my way to the Veterans Park I talk to a barechested man pruning his nasturtium. We talk for a bit. I learn that nasturtium is edible and has high nutritional value. He says one of the restaurants in town uses the blossoms in the salads.Are the leaves protective of the flowers from the sun?

The Veterans Park is all sunshine and has plenty of people, dignitaries and
speeches.

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Memorial Day celebration honoring the veterans
On my return home I selected one of the streets lined by tall redwood trees for the shade. Many front yards are planted with roses, white, pale pink, and red. I find one garden with yellow lillies. One frontyard has a white magnolia tree with blossoms on the top.

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With all these colors I’m empty of poetic lines.

After posting I will take a nap.

How to think your way

For six days in a row I have been walking for at least one hour each day. It was prompted by my heart doctor that I should be more commited to my health and fitness. I started reading a book, Let Your Mind Run, A Memoir of Thinking My Way to Victory by an American long distance runner and Olympic medalist, Deena Kastor, co-written with Michele Hamilton.

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It’s an honest, frank ,and inspiring story of how Deena Kastor started running, baring the essentials of her training and personal insights in what winning and losing mean. Her training helps her tremendously not just to be the best athlete but also how to be a better person.

I find that I can apply her training as a runner to me for my fitness and health. She wrote about how she inspires herself to enjoy the rigors of training. She says: “As an athlete I’ve found aside from hard work, the greatest tools for success are optimism and gratitude.These practices have led to happiness and the routine pause to realize I’m living the life I love and dreamed of.”

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Today was warmer than yesterday.I walked for 75 minutes in the neighborhood.

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