inside

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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Who

A phantom mate

at least a date

one I can create

my specs to meet

I would greet.

Yet circumscribed

might limit

all outside my

perfect circle

and dull

my experience

by everyone not

met, I bet.

Soul mate

is the term

–the one & only

–many seem to

find one.

Wanderlust

eats more at

my soul than

a mate.

Who will be let in?

Who will come

across that moat,

doors left open,

unguarded,

into a castle

undefended?

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Come in

knock on my door

anytime you like

I’m welcoming visitors

maybe we’ll take a hike

I love the fallen leaves

I collect my share

of pretty ones

that only last awhile

before they brown out

ready to be recycled

knock on my door

it welcomes you in

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Rest Heals

If there were clouds

I didn’t notice

4 walls kept me company

as I downshifted into low gear.

Preparing for the hills ahead

when clouds are viewed in the

natural gaze of things–far

off, close by–more than a

wall away.

Not always do I feel to go

out & give nature a hug–

she embraces me more than

I could ever return the favor.

The cool north wind said,

take it easy–you don’t have

to go out–don’t impose that

on yourself–your larder is

stocked.

My days are filled with enjoyment

mostly–I hardly even notice

things are going so well

until reflection shows me my

face, with a smile on it

because of the joy I feel.

Not always, but more than

most days.

Our lot is our lot.  It’s good

to know so many things

populate it that are amazing.

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