fun

Going to Work

Staying home

has its plusses.

You get to ‘rest’ a lot

compared to a day at work.

But guess what?

I never thought I’d yearn

for a day of work.

As much as I like walking

in nature,

a day at home

seems rather empty

and unfulfilling in a way.

But just like sleep, we need it

apparently–at least I do–

or the rest of life is not very

rewarding–as much of it

as you can see with your

eyelids half-open and

brain on ‘conserve resources’

a kind of screen-saver

consciousness, without

adequate sleep.

So tomorrow I will try to

make sense of the day

trying to draw out the

wisdom of young ones

who will help me see my way.

Northern Anchovy (Engraulis anchovy). Oregon Coast Aquarium. Newport, Oregon.

Northern Anchovy (Engraulis anchovy). Oregon Coast Aquarium. Newport, 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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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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Blackjack

The dog knows.

We only met

once

but he remembers

you’d think we

were married

so excited he is

to see me–

a veritable, if

not actual,

stranger.

Inside,

our beings

connected.

Didn’t matter

what species

I was–

we were on

each others’

side.

His roughness and

my gentleness

almost didn’t match–

but we were being

who we were–

Soulmates of

a sort.

 

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Life 101

1 Ticket please.

The ride of your life.

Actually, it is your life.

What a trip.

Hold on.

Thrills, some spills.

Heart in your throat

dips

climbing to a view

only had by a few

before

a descent into

common everydayness

rubbing shoulders

with the ordinary

man.

The price?

Hmmm–so many

days & that’s it

for many.

So each one is a

jewel.  You do

the best you

can.

Sometimes it

doesn’t seem

enough, but

guess what?

It is.

It always is.

Fall colored aspen leaf and rose hip. Montana

Fall colored aspen leaf and rose hip. Montana

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Freedom

The tail.  Is it the tail that wags

the dog?

Some think it is so.

Expression of tail

overrides even the

bark of delight, glee

at a walk, a run

or freedom in any

way from home.

Home is where the heart

is.

Yet freedom yields

powerful exertion

over home if it is

confining.

The whole body

knows freedom

or not.

It’s not hard

to decipher.

Silhouetted Joshua trees and sunset. Joshua Tree National Park. California

Silhouetted Joshua trees and sunset. Joshua Tree National Park. California

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24 hrs.

Everyday we do what we do.

Doesn’t seem we’ve been given

the gift of 24 hrs. to do with

as we please.

We look back on the day and

say, ” What was I so busy

for?”  I could have been

enjoying myself,

doing what I love.

My life is ordered of a

sorts.  If I change

the routine,

I may need to re-adjust

every other aspect affected

by it.

It’s often easier to do

the same things (that

keep me afloat) daily &

not skip because my

body knows it missed

out on a “treat” of some-

thing it enjoys and will

usually let me know

I haven’t become healed

or strong enough to move

on or away from that

most helpful activity

repeated day after day.

There’s a big chunk in

the middle that’s über

creative and almost

never the same, though,

for balance.

Crimson star flower (Adenium). Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. Arizona

Crimson star flower (Adenium). Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. Arizona

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Dracula

Waiting for Dracula

I’m not afraid

Searching

for his cape

black upon black

seeing the whites

of his eyes

fangs upon

fangs

gleaming

and bright

I’m still not

afraid

Shiver in my

boots–it’s cold

I’m not afraid

Run, Run

here he comes

I like running

but I’m not

afraid

into the water

across the swamp

up the hill

Shut the door

I’m not afraid

glad to be home!

Sandstone walls in Antelope Canyon. Utah.

Sandstone walls in Antelope Canyon. Utah.

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Fun

3 letters.  If they’re not in your life

put together like that–you

don’t have much going into your fond

memory account.

It’s not the be-all & end-all but its

absence is.

Just doing without enjoying is

racking up a lot of “things” while

you’re not feeling particularly happy

about it all.  Joy is missing–

sometimes we forget or don’t

even know to feel what we’re

doing as enjoyment.  To relax

into that.  It may be there 5%

but it needs to be there 90-100%.

Not of the time–I’m talking about

the quality of experience.  Deeply

felt ones are like wringing the

last bit of water out of a sponge.

Most of us have soggy sponges.

Unused joy that is in the shadows,

the wings, waiting, to color

our experience of life.

Otherwise, it’s a black & white

movie, over at the end & that’s

that.  Not much to write

home about.  Just another

check off the list.  Your bucket

is getting empty, but it often

times doesn’t mean too much.

Fun.  Is it or isn’t it?

 

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Soul Searchng

In the end, you act when you’re

ready.

A team of wild horses couldn’t

hold you back.

Sometimes a gingerly, quiet

move–maybe shyly–gets you

started and surprisingly, more

than half way there.

Big bold moves, little baby

steps–it’s all movement–

somewhere.

My soul still seems to be

in the closet.  Or else it wants

to keep what it knows, what

is it to itself, and I’m left out

of the loop so far.

Why the shyness?  All the

souls need to be out,

rolling up their sleeves

in the world.

It’s not like they’re just

along for the ride.

 

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