1201. the growing storm

 

two geese join the “v”

four more wings to slice the air

plus plenty more honks 🦊❤️

Oh what it must feel like to join the squadron of cruising geese as they slice through the empty, cold sky. What a trip it must be. Honk honk! 🦊❤️

1200. being true to oneself

 

all has faded brown

‘cept for that stubborn bamboo

it knows its own mind 🦊❤️

It was very heartening to see the ever expanding stand of bamboo glowing green in the seasonal brown blur. It made me think of the value of being true to oneself when situations arise that tempt us to be otherwise.   🦊❤️

1199. footsie

 

it’s saturday night

our chinese takeout settles

while we play footsie 🦊❤️

There is nothing like warm socks and flannel pajamas on a cold and rainy Saturday night. 🦊❤️

1198. and then… and then… and….

 

i sit and i stare

bending and leaning and straight

and then… there’s the fog 🦊❤️

I was sitting and petting Tommy in the early morning fog. Tommy was purring softly. A falling walnut clunked on a picnic table.   A woodpecker was pounding and two squirrels were running up and down trees. Trees were going every which way into the sky. I could have sat and saw and heard something amazing forever… and there would always be more… 🦊❤️

1197. be off line now (“be here now”)

wearing a warm hat

and warming his mala beads

what is his mantra? 🦊❤️

Me and everyone else were on our favorite devices as we sipped our coffee. Then a man in a warm hat meditating on his Mala Beads slowly walked by.  He was on his own device. It radiated, “OMMMM”.  🦊❤️

1196. make mine decaf

 

dancing coffee beans

reminding me of the days

of caffeine jitters 🦊❤️

I seem to be one of those people who have to steer clear of things that dull the senses or pep them up.  “Medium decaf please.” 🦊❤️

1195. apricity

 

in the morning sun

even the treacherous thorns

are worth gazing at 🦊❤️

The morning sun is the great transformer.  Whenever I am at races with my kids and they are suffering through a long, cold and lonely night of running in the woods, I always tell them, “The sun will be up soon and things will be easier.” And most of the time it is… 🦊❤️

(My friend Sadhya taught me a new word today. Apricity - warmth of the sun in winter)