fresh air

Fresh!

My body loves to be fed

good tasting, local, fresh

food.  Fruits and vegetables

only hours out of the ground

or off the tree or bush.

I like to support the farmers

with my love, my caring and

it goes both ways, person to person.

Even if I don’t buy from them

that week because I’m already

stocked up, I send my

appreciative love from the time

I last stocked my cupboards–

with their honey, essential oil,

tomatoes–whatever it is I’m

hungry for that week.

I’m hanging onto the

freshness as long–or as

short! as I can.

 

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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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In And Out

I like going out

and I like coming back.

Natural environments

are my habitat.

Just to visit, though.

For a short or longer time.

My civilized comforts

have almost spoiled

my “roughing it” outside

times.

But it more than makes up

for the loss of

all comfort that comes

often, with a steep

price if we do not over-

come inertia-created

isolation & solitude

inside.

Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

Purple chrysanthemum with yellow center.

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The Light of Day

When you’re in a hole

and it’s very black in

there, you start

digging

for answers, for light,

for air, space.

Even though your shovel

clanks against some

rocks

immovable, some,

you burrow around,

heading up

or at least you think

it’s up

and any ray of light

you grab onto for

encouragement.

No one knows your

hole like you.

You dig until you’re

out.

No one likes to be in a

dark hole.

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View of Zion National Park from trail in high country, Utah

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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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Decisions

A heat wave.  You want to

walk in a heat wave?  Are

you daft? I say (to myself)

prior to doing it.

Sure.  The worst.  What’s the

worst that can happen?

(my favorite fear question,

that sometimes helps).

I come back all sweaty

and continue on with

my day, with a fresher

sense of mind to bring

to my insides.  Outside

always does that.  Heat

wave or no.

So, that’s not so bad.

I could continue arguing

but I’m going no

matter what.

Still, part of me wants to

be sensible.  And not

cause myself any undue

pain & struggle.

You’d think decisions

would be a lot simpler,

but often I make a

bigger deal of them

than I need to.

Sheep being moved down road. Torr Head. Northern Ireland.

Sheep being moved down road. Torr Head. Northern Ireland.

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Farmer’s Mkt.

Went to the farmer’s market

this morning.

Went early.

All the food was not bought

up and picked through.

Bought some eggs.

Not allergic so far.

No reactions, I can tell of.

Very nutritious.

Written up in the New

Yorker.

Local farm

Bathed for 1/2 hr.

Hot.

Alkalizing.

Freshest lettuce I’ve

ever had–crunchy,

tasty, energizing.

Eggs were like an

i.v. injection.

A food “supplement”

to my regular fare.

Friendly farmers.

Answered my questions.

Appreciated my business.

Respectful.

So nice to deal one-on-one

with those who personally

produce & deliver your

food.

They’re proud, I’m proud.

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The Substance of Worry

What’s there to worry about?

Nothing.  That’s what.

So, if there’s nothing

then it’s senseless to fear

any future.

I can plan or not.

Be completely spontaneous

and see what drops out

of the heavens on my head.

Or I could plan and manipulate

all the safeguards I could

think of to keep from getting hit

on the head from…rose petals,

hail, rocks!, or who knows what

else falls down from the sky?

I do wear my hat for sun rays

to deflect.

Hair is getting scarcer & less protective!

I went to the river to walk/run

today as usual.  The wind was

blowing very hard.  So other than

that, I saw two boats–no one’s

traveling in the flooded debris

strewn, high, muddy waters yet.

Back to worrying.  I could save

my self a lot of “computer time”,

mentally, by giving it up.

That along with some sweets

could go easily if only…

I had more…will power?

hmm…

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