freedom

Silent Walking

I celebrate the silence,

the solace of the woods

so graciously “being”

basking in the sun

welcoming my passage

through their humble

abode.

No need to straighten up

the place for my presence

they have nothing to

be ashamed of–their

house is in order, as is.

My mind dwells deep

within in such

silent distractions.

It can hear itself think.

And feel.

It  can receive

and wake up to

the creative wealth

wanting to sprout

and grow in the

sunlight, also.

It can even rest

without much

or any activity

at all.  It just

enjoys being

unpressured to be.

 

 

 

 

 

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Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new

light.

You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more

magnified.

But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Damn the Torpedoes

Freedom, deservability.

What holds us back

is not outer circumstances.

It is the belief that we are

restricted.  Unworthy.

What nonsense is that?

The world is paving a

road to our doorstep to

deliver it all.  Everything

we want.

Whether we know it or not.

We push it back in

the face of Providence

when it moves in our

favor.  Push back much?

A DIY sabotage

to an unruly mind/heart

that is born on the

“wrong” planet and wants

nothing to do with it,

Attitudes and feelings

are our gallows.

Unleash the devil within.

It has run our lives

much too long.  It’s

the poison that kills our

will to move ahead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So Many Flowers

I’m like a Bee.

Each flower is a delight

but I won’t stay long

at each stop.

Nothing will stop my quest

for the sweet nectar of

a bloom.

Then I’ll move on.

Behave in the beehive.

Wing it to the next

blossom.

Maybe this one

will satisfy

my honey craving,

incessant &

unceasing

for it directs my

flight as I wander

about in the field

of possibilities.

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Bunble bee feeding on thistle flower. Hall’s Canyon National Recreational Area, Oregon

 

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field friends

I love the doves.

I love the mockingbirds.

The hawks.

The ducks, the geese.

The quiet, swaying

in hawk-like circles,

swallows.

More wing beats, though.

The lazy turtles,

more shy than

other animals with

fast-get-away wings.

All the other unnamed

birds I don’t know the

names of.

It’s just part

of why I like to

walk in nature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Habit

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Close up view of fall colored aspen trees. San Juan Mountains. Uncompahgre National Forest, Colorado

Ever tried to let go of a

“bad” habit?  A habit you

didn’t want anymore?

It’s hard.  Hard to pull away

from that comfortable sense

of sameness you seem to crave.

It seems to nurture your soul

in a deranged sort of way.

Not that it’s all bad.  It’s

just the same, day after day.

Your interests are circumscribed.

The world beyond your box

is not touched, ‘off limits’

to your awareness.

Whatever’s out there, you

don’t know about, have no

idea what’s possibly awaiting

your venue.

A.A. says one day at a time.  I

guess it’s the same with

all things unwelcomed in

overly attached dependencies.

You have to start.  Start

filling your hours with

what you want.  Not what

you have.

 

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(C)ageless

Mosaic snake design on bench in Tubac. Arizona

Mosaic snake design on bench in Tubac. Arizona

Inside the squirrel cage

round ‘n round

someone’s working very

hard to get somewhere.

Round ‘n round

you’re getting stronger

lungs filled with

fresh air

still you’re in the

same spot.

Locked in

cagewise

with bars to peer through

only gives you hope

of going beyond

them

and when you do

so much strength

will be displayed

any goal will be

easily achievable–

you’ll never tire

of going for it.

You’re a marathoner

squirrel

in shape

for the outside.

Close up of Turbo Semanticus sea shell.

Close up of Turbo Semanticus sea shell.

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Walk with the Trees

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Saw a hawk, the family of wood ducks

that have moved into

our little pond sharing it with

a white egret and a couple of mallard

ducks.

Doves, airplanes, boats.  You never

know what you’ll see once

you leave your home for a walk.

Nature, people, new paths, old

paths, new day, sun setting

clouds drifting, billowing

air clear to breathe.

Leaving what you see every

day inside is a big boost

for your mood.

No problems leave with you

less problems come back

it seems, at least a happier

frame of mind and an

academy award-winning

experience of nature’s varied

views.

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

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A Tree

If I was a tree I don’t know

if I’d grow so big as to not fit in the

forest without standing out so

conspicuously that everyone always

looked at me when they walked by,

I was so noticeable.

So, I might consider growing to

just ‘average’ height so I’d

blend in and be a part of the

forest & feel like I belonged to

something bigger than myself.

Sometimes, I’ve been watered so

intensively and been planted in

the best sun spot that my growing

took off into the sky unrestricted

& unrestrained.

I was destined, determined to be

the tallest, widest, most dense,

beautiful tree in the forest.

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Redwoods with path and big leaf maple tree in fall color. Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park, California

No one could come up to my

height & join my primo

basking ability.

Still in all, I was still a tree

and just because I was big

didn’t mean there wasn’t

a place for me in the

forest.

I’ll wait, happily growing

bigger & see who sits in my

shade, climbs my branches

for a better view and puts me

in their photographs the most.

 

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Fun, Fun, Fun

So I made a turn

off the true & well trammelled

road

peeled off from the formation

and opened my box of

“tricks”

this will be fun I said

So I invented a game

that had lots of winners–

everybody, actually.

We scrambled to win–

to be top dog

and then went out to play

while our scores were tallied.

We were having so much fun

we forgot we were in “school”

and when their teacher

returned, she was amazed

at the transformation of a

“dull” and regular class

to one of excitement &

passion.

I’m glad I visited today.

I definitely got more

than I gave–you knave–

“breaking” all the rules.

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