At The River
The lines are cast
The fish are not biting
A fisherman wonders why
I don’t know
From a distance in the walking path
Two walkers are approaching
Ask them the question when they arrive.
The base of a tree is surrounded by stones
The other trees are not.
It’s winter even in a tiny vineyard
Meantime I’m walking back home
I’m thinking what I will have for lunch
Will xfinity know?
My moment of the day is listening and reading the story of two climbers: Brian Mann & Emily Russell. Listen:here
Winter Joy: Breaking Tail in 15 Degrees
by Brian Mann & Emily Russell
“It might sound strange, but there’s something cool about being tested. We’re both tempted to turn back, but we’re also thrilled by the idea that we’re the only humans here. It’s a kind of love-hate thing.
“The thing I like is when a mountain surprises you and the mountain comes out on top,” Emily says. “That’s what happened today.”
5 years apart. Our whole family tribe has an annual tradition of celebrating Thanksgiving at Lake Tahoe. 5 years ago we had a big snow storm with lots and lots of snow. This year there was not much snow.
note: The whole family returned home from the mountain today.Getting ready for church.
afternoon’s small infinities
Beethoven’s piano sonatas
tiny sips of port
a mountain dreaming
of ghosts and snow
silent, drop by drop,
heartbeats of eternity