She goes to school.
He goes to church.
Others look for their birthdays in the zodiac.
There are other ways of learning.
People are confused.
Life consists of many parts
Some parts are broken.
Then life changes enormously
Like shifting shadows in the afternoon
Turned into giant mass of dark clouds enclosing the world,
Silent, hidden, and stilled.
People do not understand why
After they learn to spell catastrophe
They are not happy but distraught.
The hiker adjusts his backpack
Resumes his climb
Sounds of a waterfall
The hiker sits under a tree
Closes his eyes and naps
A deer passes by
mother sings
baby sleeps
angels play
If a flower is a genius
how will it grow?
differently
The kayakers paddle in the river
Boats: red, green, yellow
Sun shapes different angles
note: I walked to the river today. The egret returned. As I tried to move near the egret sensed my coming and flew away.
The fisherman looks at the flowing river.
The fish can evaluate three lines.
What is the art of fishing?
The catch or the waiting?
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.
The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts
How often do we return to a place of enchantment
How do we “recognize the infinite value of every moment”
Rilke says, we desperately try to hold these moments in our hands
Today in my walk I found 12 cents of coins on the ground
Place them among the fowers
A moment of happiness
Not because of the new found wealth
It completes the wholeness of the universe
A new day
58, cloudy, low tide
a woman and her daughter run
a dog runs with a red ball in his mouth
he drops intermittently to keep up with his master
A grandma pushes a stroller
two other children walking and talking
vultures hoover, ducks hurry on the river
My morning walk to the river
find excitement in the moment
experience the goodness of the earth
A man measures the distance between the trees
The distance of the trees from the path
The distance of the trees from the river
He looks at the sky
His mind can roam infinitely
“Leaving behind unilateral view of things”
Man is not the root of all things
He is not the measure of all things
He finishes his work
Returns home where he tends goats
And bees and grows a garden
He is the village philosopher.
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