The children tell me: Be Kind.
The monk tells me: Listen.
My mentor says: Love.
Note: During my morning walk today I met again the woman in red. Photos from my walk.




The children tell me: Be Kind.
The monk tells me: Listen.
My mentor says: Love.
Note: During my morning walk today I met again the woman in red. Photos from my walk.
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 thought
awaken you from velleity
a summon to bear fruit
you lace your shoes
you start walking, an ancient habit
fresh persuasion of open air,
feelings of space and seeing
the outdoors, vast and hospitable,
slopping hills
you bravely ascend steps,
carefully accelerate descent
blistered heels and suffering knees,
and muscle burns
temporary distractions,
hesitation gradually fades
one step at a time, the trodden way
strength prospers and optimism lifts
exhilaration and healthy elements
you huddle a new circle, your kindred:
sway of stride, unhurried banter,
their voices twinkle in greetings
you don’t have to
but you keep a journal
the notches, tiny achievements
nourishing pastoral scenes,
joy of jotting experiences
the long walks
you observe the olympians,
their constancy
you wonder how they do it
the focus, the intensity
the magnitude of sacrifices
you weigh yours in gratitude
you try to understand,
is there time to exult or console
you are in your eighties
you dare to disturb life expectancy
in full measure.
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.
I walked to the river yesterday and today.
A gift of will and grace.
Our table is full of gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving Day.
note: Thanksgiving day is tomorrow.
I feel good again. I resume walking today. A beautiful day.
The photos of today are from my mobile phone during my walk .
The sky is blue. The air quality is good. The white egret is back and stays with the fishermen.
The flowers are blooming. I have my shadow selfie.
The walk is invigorating. It beats the pandemic isolation.
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.Â
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.
A bird and my shadow may seem near but far apart
one perches on a fence, the other verges on another
The sun smiles on us.