walking

Heat Treat

I walked again today for

1 hr.

Like I wouldn’t walk–I would.

I even taped my knee & put

magnets on it.

Completely pain free.

No one walks hardly in

the middle of the day

in summer in the heat.

I do though.  I find the

peace and quiet exhilarating.

Sometimes I run into

somebody else.  A mixed

feeling of encountering

another (lost?) soul and

want my peace alone

uninterrupted.

Everyday is different.

7 and 7 Canadian

honkers cruised the

river until a boat

separated one to

go to the other group

8 and 6.  You should

have heard the

squawking.

 

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You Can, Yes?

Why go climb high to the sky?

Because it’s there

and you can.

NOT KNOWN

What you can do

until you do it

trying is not even an option

belief

and mental power,

toughness,

that you can,

will succeed

propel you on.

Mindset

and preparation

aid any trained

athlete, even an ordinary

person

to accomplish

unheard of feats.

Yes?  You’re up for it?

Let’s go.

The mountain is

ready and always

there, waiting.

 

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Walk

I will walk

in

and with

the wind.

Flying

to my goal

of liberation

of mind

& body

& soul.

No other way

do I feel so free.

No other way

do I consent

my body to

go where

it will.

 

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Solar Healing

With the wind at my back

or in my face,

I’m going.

Blow me side ways.

Blow me down.

I’ll get up.

Down is no place

to be

unless you’re a miner

or volcano lava,

either way you’re

going to be glad

to get some fresh

air.

 

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Renew

It’s good to start off the day

with exercise–a good workout!

It makes the rest of the day

go much easier.

Weekends when no work looms

provide the space to do what you

want.  I like to move–walk,

run, exercise in nature.

It’s not that hard physically

yet going to my “limits” and

feeling “worked out” gives me

a chance to renew my mind,

feelings and body free from

the impositions of a job.

I’m glad I can’t stand

being indoors for very long.

I’m a lot healthier getting

out for an hour.

View of Zion National Park from trail in high country, UtahC00471D-11

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

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Goosey Loosey

O.K.  Goose.  You and your

friend (another goose–Canadian

geese mate for ‘life’) are hogging

the trail.  Sitting directly in the

path of runners, bikers, walkers–

me!  OK so you had to get up off

your duff  (you have a duff,

don’t you?) and stand

aside while I walked through

–even around–giving you

lots of space wild/tame

as you are/seem to be,

and yet you hissed at

me like you were being

sized up for dinner tonight

(you weren’t).

So, I didn’t appreciate

the unfriendly, even overtly

aggressive treatment

even as I just walked by.

I think you had a feather

up your duff and was just

having a bad goose down

day.

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

Geese landing with fall colors. Montana

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Support

I feel like I’m walking on an

icy plank in the middle

of the ocean.  Keeping my

balance and staying dry

allows for forward movement

without wetting myself in the

icy ocean brine.

It’s where I am now, I find

running difficult in

such circumstances.

I’m happy to be supported

by a medium perhaps

less than optimal.

I look back & wonder

who I was just a few

short weeks & months ago.

Like a snake shedding its

skin, I’m new again.

The old was a burden to

carry, but all I had.

It’s a good thing I like

walking, slippery or

not.

 

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Field of Dreams

Half way there is almost

there.  At least you started.

And you’ve gone HALF WAY!

COUNT your SUCCESSES.

HALF way is a success in

my book.

If you don’t look at it

that way–the loony

bin is waiting–a Christian

Dior line of Straight Jackets,

also, in case you break out of

the loony bin pouncing on

societies’ sensibilities.

So, one foot in front of

the other, alternating,

usually indicates movement.

Hopefully you’re going

in a productive (i.e. the right)

direction.  Of course, again,

you’ll know when you get

there–small compensation,

but at least you’ll

know.  Sitting on the side-

lines you’ll never know

even though you might

not get your head bashed

in on the field.  (hopefully,

of Dreams).

 

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Crossing the line

I want to break out

of the mold

the die

I was cast in.

Reach over the fence

unlock the gate

and walk through.

To a new field–

of dreams…

pleasant ones

I can grab

and embrace

and hold tight

to

for a while

until it’s time

to let go again

and wander

into a new field–

of dreams…

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

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

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Rainy Surprise

Today is wet.

Almost April showers

brings may flowers.

In the rain in the woods

Wood Ducks do not expect

any visitors.

So when they see me

walk/run by everyday,

in the rain, they get

really nervous.  “What’s

this Mabel?  A human

out is this weather?

I never heard of such

a thing.”

“What some people

won’t do.”  Or will

do.

 

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