Musings on Sunday After Christmas

Hide in a shelter of trees in the woods and listen to avian conversations, sweet songs and chatter

Serenades in chants of love songs, birds flirting, time phrases

Simultaneous displays of affection

When evening comes, lie down on the meadow to ease you muscle aches and back discomfort

Watch the stars appear ten by ten until you can’t count them anymore

Your brain nudges the hammock of neural synapses connecting lifelines of attention and comfort

The fragrance of grass, beauty of flower garlands open your senses to a new chemistry

The body is intelligent in an unknown way and know what to subtract and add in wholesome well being before you yourself knows what’s happening.

Open space embrace with soothing air and mountain views like a sanctuary as if nature is speaking to you. And understand emotionally what the birds are singing. The secret is not what you imagine but what you feel.

You know you will need tremendous courage to follow your own rules.

Some songs and calls are fading

The birds are facing extinction

Encroachment in their habitats or human neglect

The birds chant offers a sense of place and time and peace

We are losing the outdoors richness when our winged friends leave or die.

Don’t abandon the birds, they are helpless pretty creatures and friends

If you don’t answer your questions you have to find one who can. Don’t presume you are the first one to ask.

A Day in the Life of

Though I will miss my lunch

I am not hungry to eat yet

I am exuberantly eager to walk to the river

I don’t want to confess I want to see her again 

A woman who walks with a yellow parasol

I do not feel embarrassed I do not speak her language

I feel sad for not learning the language when I was young.

Today is a different day

Everyone wishes “a somewhere to be”

The day when the lockdown begins

The day that nobody wants.

I want focus my attention to the pathway

Lined by sycamore, birch, maple and other trees I can not name

I am still astonished by soft touches of leaves falling on my head

And hearing crackling sound of leaves that I walk on 

A day of circumstances

One blue heron and 4 egrets gathered on the riverbank

All looking at the river

Two sea otters playing diverts also my attention 

Their heads bobbing up and under the water surface

I change my attention to the birds

They also sense my new interest

I experience the birds play of teasing

Two egrets fly away chasing each other.

Then comes a paddle boarder in the river

He bends down pulling back his paddle

Propelling himself down the river

Stands up, bends and paddles on the left

Propels himself forward again

Downstream he will turn around before he is swallowed by the sea

Paddles back to where he starts his day

Robust and happy for his accomplishment

The day may not be of bewilderment

But it is a day of sun but without rain

I’m happy to take photographs and write a poem

About how we live in a worried world

A reality we can change with our untapped power.

note: The book I just finished reading: Dirt by William Buford. Entertaining, funny, French way of cooking. Wonderful.

Promenade

It’s Friday and a very warm day. At the moment it’s 100 F degrees. I went to our county library to pick up a book this morning when it was only 85 degrees. 

Afterwards I went to the promenade along the riverfront. On my return walk I passed through the hotel corridor leading to the 2 restaurants in the hotel complex.

I took a few photos of fresh and dried hydrangeas and few other things.

Bye

I look up the sky and predict how my day will be

Glorious if blue, deluge if black

If the monarch butterflies are migrating

The sky may be dark

Or white with all the beautiful cloud formations

I can get my camera and take photos

And make an album

I learn that I have to know more than the sky color to survive

Life is tough and dangerous and fun

Or I may end up in Hollywood

And become rich or an addict

Preferably I should learn how to negotiate a roundabout

It could mean life or death

Well I have to go

My partner is waiting

We have to go to the forest to pick mushrooms

Bye.

Surprise

A bird flies inside a house then struggles to get out

Open the door, open the windows

Sounds like a flag in the pole snapping with the wind

Frantic almost insane then the bird finds the open window

A young boy looks, follows the bird’s flight

Happens so quickly like lightning on a summer afternoon

He sits down and thinks:

How should I welcome the unexpected?

Could life be different or better?

Last 3 Days of Walking

For the last 3 days our air quality is good. I have been walking to the river daily. 

Thursday-7000 steps. Friday-9000 steps. Today, Saturday-9000 steps.

All the  photos from my mobile phone.

Yesterday’s photos:

This is the walking path below the street level thats goes to the river. The river is behind me.

Below are my photos today.

Early this morning the fog still veils the southern crossing and the bridge is not visible .

The sun is just starting to come out. Sun’s reflection in the river.

The white egret and the fisherman are not talking to each other.

The street that leads to the river and parallel and higher level to the pathway on the right. I’m facing the direction towards the river.

Returning from the river I connect to this sidewalk to continue my walk.

My Tuesday Walk to the River

Why will someone leaves a helmet on a bench

Or hide an empty  Remy Martin under a shrub

Around us from a safe distance, wild fires rage

Smokes drift our way

The sun is burning orange

My mistake is to try capture the spectacle

Forgetting my focus can burn my eyes

Walking home a hummingbird catches my eye

Dancing from one flower to the next

In time of the pandemic is everything relevant?