fresh air

Wanderlust

I just want to wander

here and there

wherever I feel

for an hour–

not on the freeway

at rush hour

but somewhere in nature

that I can feel relaxed

enough to sense my

gut feelings and try

to ‘hear’, be aware of

them, telling me or

giving me ideas

of where to go next,

what to do & see what

happens.

Such non-directive

living might seem

an exercise in futility

but I think, contrarily,

it will get us in touch

with a creative part of

ourselves that we are

constantly suppressing

by our judgemental, critical,

negative thinking.

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

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A good day

Foggy, cloudy & cool

turned to warm, sunny

and blue.

If we waited long enough

the sun would dominate

the “pesky” fog that cast

somewhat of a ‘gloom’ on

the day.

I can see my shadow! I

exclaimed as we walked to

lunch!  I can make a

rabbit with my hands!

It was all good until we

had to go back for the

tickets for the drawing

at lunchtime.

Gathered up, on the way

back & excited to get

to lunch I said,

don’t…but too

late…as she rounded

the corner…run…

I mumbled to

myself.

Sunburst through rock arches. Bryce  National Park, Utah

Sunburst through rock arches. Bryce National Park, Utah

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Silent Nature

The rain quieted the workers

hammering on the roofs of the

condos across the river.

Quieted the boats, save one

who takes his yacht out

rain or shine alone on

the water sending rolling

gentle waves over the

glassy surface to lap

the shore.

The birds are there, you

just have to look for

them.

One quiet biker passed

me on the trail.

Puddles from the

night before were

small and passable.

Tracks of people this

day were telltale

fresh.

The crows wouldn’t

miss a day of doing

what they do and

then returning over

head about the time

of my walk towards

evening.

Close up of cyclamen.

Close up of cyclamen.

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Out and Free

Yes, winter still has its claws

in us.

Yet it is in innumerable ways

better off out in the elements than

staying in.

If all you can do is walk–

you learned it at 2? years old–

do that.

See the sky, the trees, water,

boats, crows.  None of them

are inside.

Sometimes I think only

some of the birds like to be

out on a cold, bleak day.

I don’t know where the

rest of them go, that are

here when the sun is

generous and the air warms.

People even hole up.

Well, so much for them.

They only lose what an

investment in their

peace of mind would

bring.

 

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

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On a Walk

No.  I don’t have time for a walk, today.

Yes you do!  Get your butt out that door

and go walking.

Who knows what’s out there that’s new

or changed from yesterday?

I saw a tree that went (belly) roots

up as it fell over.  I don’t remember

seeing that before.  No strong wind

yesterday that I remember.

My memory is good and I’m very

observant–don’t like to miss a

thing I can take in with my eyes.

So the next time I visit a place,

years later sometimes, I remember

how it was then & I can see all the

changes.

I don’t remember this tree on its

side, half way in the river but

my mind is busy these days

with “problems” or puzzles I

try to sort out while I walk, so

I could have missed it, OR

I am just really waking up

to getting out of myself &

becoming more aware of the/

my environment.

Demoiselle Crane or Lovely Lady crane. Grand Hyatt, Kauai, Hawaii.

Demoiselle Crane or Lovely Lady crane. Grand Hyatt, Kauai, Hawaii.

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Quiet Sunday Walk

I walked in the wet grass, the muddy

spots in the trail I detoured

around.

The trees are spaceful

transparent

hiding nothing

behind.

The ducks flew and did their thing

in the water and the air.

Not a lot of people

want to come out

on a day like today–

cold and still

going about nature’s

business

as unobtrusively as

possible.

I was going nowhere

and arriving somewhere.

My path was only

followed by one lone

biker

I was delighted to see.

On your left as I moved

left on your right he

announced again

and he passed.

Thank you.  Thank you.

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The Hawk

Perrigrin Falcon. Oregon High Desert Museum. Central Oregon

Perrigrin Falcon. Oregon High Desert Museum. Central Oregon

The hawk doing his aerobatic

maneuvers had no awareness

of me watch him in the distance

as I walked through the field.

He was just having the best time

swooping barrel rolls almost

were like falling off a log to him.

To keep from getting dizzy and

‘falling out of the sky’ must

have been built in for generations

or he just practiced a lot and

loved flying.

Some hawks are more keen with

their eyesight, some just

like to sit up high and observe

all below for the tiniest mouse

to make a wrong move!

This hawk was a navigator

goggles on, scarf blowing

in the wind he was willing

to fly circles around the

nearest cloud or tree just

for the rush of wind past his

face beak forward, feathers

back, claws ready in case

dinner presented itself–a tasty

distraction.

Sun through snow covered tree at Anthony Lakes in winter

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Rain

Crocus and oak leaves. Bush Park, Salem, Oregon

Crocus and oak leaves. Bush Park, Salem, Oregon

The rain falls

chases away

a lot of noise

in the world.

Only animals

of a hardy

nature

are comfortable

(can’t “escape”

really)

in its presence.

The little birds

will be

undaunted

foraging about

playfully

none the wiser

about discomfort.

The waterfowl

will be having

a heyday–

at home

the most.

Lightly falling,

even I will

venture forth,

enjoyably.

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On The Path

Up the hill is the hardest.

Down the hill is the easiest.

Which will you choose?

Do you even have a choice?

Where did you start from?

The bottom or the top?

Hanging in there–not an

option–you get to ride

both trails.

One is not really better than

another unless you

say it is.

Unless you’re a desert

dweller

far from the hills

your variety is direction

not elevation.

 

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I Can

Everything’s telling me I can’t

but I’m going to anyway.

I saw how powerful my mind

and thoughts were today,

taking away pain if I

focused on the positive–on

what I wanted.

It just took a little while

of concerted “effort” & con-

centration to build up

a momentum where I didn’t

have to do that anymore.

I was just on “auto pilot”.

When the pain occasionally

surfaced–it was constant in

the beginning–I just

did what I did continuously

to get going for a brief

moment, and I was

on the road again–pain

free.

It wasn’t my body–

that was just the result

of my “negative”, weak

thinking that manifested

in the habit of pain & “I

can’t do it”.  It was just easier

to give up when the going

got tough than push through

it with some effort in my

thinking and that pushed

my body forward.

 

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