Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I'm swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the lake endorphins kick in. My gaze shifts from the ground to the trees and sky. Nests show … [Read more...] about Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
Trees. Bees. A flirting bird.
As morning rituals go, sipping coffee and reading are a constant, sometimes following meditation, sometimes a meditation of its own. Autumn and winter I have my indoor perch. Springtime and summer find me on my deck. This week has me caught up in The Quantum and the Lotus, as perfect a follow-up as … [Read more...] about Trees. Bees. A flirting bird.
April crow in the snow
April 2, 2018: it’s snowing outside, at least four inches’ accumulation by 9 a.m., no April Fool’s trick here. Yesterday a woodpecker caught me by surprise, a beautiful bird despite the damage it can do. Winter storms had blown away the strips of foil pinned to the column of wood that … [Read more...] about April crow in the snow
One year ends/another begins
Barely a week into December and already my thoughts are turning to the New Year. Can’t say I feel its approach with a sense of the promise I was counting on. But a certain resolve has crept in. Never one to rush time, I can’t help seeing the weeks between Thanksgiving and New Year as packaged and … [Read more...] about One year ends/another begins
Happiness is . . .
Take a minute, say the phrase, ask yourself what comes to mind. A warm blanket? A warm puppy? A warm gun. That first hint of springtime green which really is gold. A deep ruby Grenache that catches the light and warms the spirit. A walk around the lake, alone, or through a museum, … [Read more...] about Happiness is . . .