Monday, May 4, 2015

wanderer, there is no road

“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road... "
Antonio Machado
 


 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

springtime after a long winter

My lake has completely melted over the past week. The water is flowing freely...
the ducks and geese are swimming... and the sun is shining on those little ripples,
performing a magical dance for all who pass.
Nothing feels better than Springtime after a long Winter.
 

And that sky... oh how blue that sky is.

Each season has it's glorious sky colours. But Spring has the bluest of all.
 
As I walk around the lake this day, my mind drifts to a distant memory...
my wedding day... and a poem that was included, somehow, in my ceremony.

It's funny! I can't remember the details of my wedding day, though I worked very hard on those details. :) It's all a blur. But I do remember being extremely happy... and feeling loved.

And this poem... suddenly I remember this poem.
 
 i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
 e.e.cummings
 
For whatever you see God to be or not to be...
a day like this deserves a grateful thought sent high above.

I hope you are enjoying your Springtime.  

Thursday, March 12, 2015

sunbeams in my eyes


I do my best thinking when there are sunbeams in my eyes.
When the warmth of the rays embrace me like a long lost friend.
And the light skews my view for just a few moments.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

going home

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back.
So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors.
And the people there see you differently, too.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky 
*sunshine on my wing*
Going home, after you have been gone for so long, carries with it a myriad of emotions.  
*the house I grew up in in Weatherford*
I often dream of the place where I grew up. As I drift into sleepy time,
dreams that begin in one place always end up at my grandma’s house
or my childhood home. People I knew 20 years ago become players in a dreamland
play of my life. It is funny how that works, isn’t it?

And going back home after a 15 year absence almost felt like a dream in itself.
I don’t think I truly believed I was there… until I had to  leave. 
 



and then it was a memory again... before I was even gone.



 
 
 
 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

the universe in a puddle

...or some trees and stuff. Same thing, really. :) 


Thursday, February 19, 2015

clouds and mystical rainbows

Dream's elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue. 
Munis Khan 

 
I don't even know what that quote is actually referring too... but I like it. :)
 
I walk a lot. At least once every day I am outside walking or running, whether it be sunshiny warm or bone chilling cold. I try to walk my dogs twice a day, and sometimes that actually happens. And if I can I walk on my own.
 
I used to walk on my own often, before we acquired the pups. And though I love them with all my being, I do miss my solitary jaunts through nature. When I'm alone, I can focus on... well, whatever I want. I enjoy the walk for what it is... for what I see... for my own experience.
 
And so I did this today... walked on my own. And this most amazing cloud was overhead. And through my sunglasses I saw rainbows shooting out from the top of this cloud. But alas, when I took my glasses off, the rainbow was nowhere to be found. So I put them back on and stood in awe of those mystic rainbows which weren't even there. Oh but that cloud... it was most definitely there. And those shadows were too. And it was a beautiful sight to behold.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

this must be my time

“There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring.
Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals
and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in.
They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white
and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear.”
Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter 


 
This must be my time.

Not many people visit these walking paths this time of year. Maybe if the sun shines bright one day, but for the most part, they stay away.  That's fine with me. Though I do enjoy the occasional chat about the weather or the head nods as we pass each other, there is something almost therapeutic about walking an empty path. As if it is my own.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

of mountains and frozen lakes...

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us,
kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.” 
John Muir
  
A morning drive lead us here...
 
...onto a frozen mountain lake, next to majestic beauty.  
 

 And then here... onto wooded paths.
 
It was a gorgeous day... the last before the dreadful cold made it`s way to us. There was sunshine and warmth, though the breeze held a chill. And we decided to make our way west to the mountains. They never disappoint. Ever welcoming, they call to us and then hold us tightly.


This year I make no resolutions... other than coming to my mountains more often.
And breathing in every bit of life they offer me.

appropriate for today