inside

Proximally Close

We’re really shut off–from others

behind our computer screens.

Community is lost within our four

walls and can’t be found.

Only artificially by extension

can we learn to relate with others

and then it is such a partial

reality.

So much is lost in the distant

impersonalness.  Sure, some

is gained somewhat, but a

scattered incomplete view is

had with a lot of holes to

be filled in when a ‘real’

experience is had–with

eye contact, tone of voice,

posture, position and

warmth of proximity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moving Energy

I’m honoring my house today.

Lighting candles, incense,

and bringing in flowers.

A few months of heavy emotional

traffic needed to be cleared out.

I think I made a dent in it

or cleared it completely.

Somehow I trust, tomorrow

will be a much improved day

while I’m within my home,

and without!

I am usually amazed at the

results of my little ceremony,

but it always happens.

Some tweak to the energy

stagnation moves it out

to make room for a new

input to be established.

I’m glad I’m able to do

this even when I’m

seeming ok, but when

I critically examine

my feeling in my home,

I know there can be

an improvement.

You can’t see much,

you just have to feel the

difference, so very subtle

is it sometimes, you

may miss it.  Other

times, it’s rather dramatic.

I wonder which one it will

be this time?

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse with sunrise. California

Point Cabrillo Lighthouse with sunrise. California

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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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Volcano

A lot of strong, vibrant energy

is wanting to come through my being

and out onto this page.

It’s almost burning it up

before it can be typed.

The ink is black but it could

very well be fire-red

arcing like a welder’s torch

engraving its message.

Fired up, fired in.

Smoldering remains

of an eruption.

Smoke and haze

are all that remain.

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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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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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Who, said the Owl?

Who am I?

Be him.

Peek inside.

What, who

do I see?

What do I feel?

I feel at peace.

Satisfied with myself.

Done enough

been enough.

Just because I

measure other people

doesn’t mean

they do to me the same.

Only if you’re baking

a cake do you need to

measure.

Follow the recipe.

Humans have no

recipe.

If you think you

do, you’d better check

your owner’s manual

for directions on how

to live your life.

It’s usually contained

behind the belly

button somewhere.

Who am I?

Check in, and see.

Great Horned Owl on fence. Summer Lake State Wildlife Refuge. Oregon

Great Horned Owl on fence. Summer Lake State Wildlife Refuge. Oregon

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Out

What

a

day

to

rest!

Not enough ‘no rain’

to squeeze in a ‘dry’

run/walk.

Well, I could go any-

way.

Who wants to run?

I do, scream the crowd

of cheerleaders.

So, I guess I’ll have

to take my chances.

A light day is looking

encouraging anyway.

Hmm–mud here, there

& everywhere–no problem.

Since when is mud a

problem?

My bones need airing

as well as the rest of

me.

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Less is More

What do I love…most?

I love time alone…best

with nothing to do–

idle blissfulness

delving into the Self–

my inner thoughts

and feelings.

It’s not locked–really,

yet I don’t visit

there often enough,

it seems.

Slowing down & stopping

feverish activity–

even this writing–

may heal in ways

activity cannot touch.

I love to stay

disconnected

as much as possible

without feeling

I’m neglecting

“duties”.

Everything should be

relatively effortless,

nevertheless–emphasis

on the less !

Zion National Park, Utah

Zion National Park, Utah

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New & Old

A new pen

A new day

A new me

All the old

is on its

way out.

Renewal

Rejuvenation

Cells multiply

Life renews itself

Repairs itself

Makes anew

“I am just a shadow

of my former

self.”

Or my former self

is just a shadow

of me.

I replace myself

every day,

every month

every year

until I don’t

know who I am

or even who I was.

Somewhere inside

though,

nothing changes.

We all are alike in

unchanging sameness.

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Death Valley National Park, California

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