About 20 years ago a little collie puppy ran up to me at this spot in Monotomy Rocks Park and wanted to play. I smiled but didn’t want to trouble the owner. It’s taken me a while, but now I’m ready to play.
Several gorgeous days in a row provide a special opportunity to run around with a stick. Even in the midst of coronavirus, leaves turn green.
Seeds stuck to the core / the wind blowing and blowing / someday they’ll let go (Notes: Sometimes I feel like the seed, attached so tightly I’m stuck. The wind is blowing, I see other seeds flying in the breeze, and wonder if I can fly too. Maybe it happens quietly in the night when no one is watching).
the morning blessing — to lift your hands to the sky / and watch clouds roll by (Notes: There is something so reassuring about watching clouds move in the sky. It doesn’t take long — I just look at them for five seconds or more, and their motion sinks in to my body. A peaceful and relaxed feeling, connected to … Read More
peace to watch raindrops / peace to be rained on
Jumping up and down — the fragrance of lilacs / and a fast-beating heart
…and the joy of practicing outdoors, nature all around
April showers bring / closures facemasks stay at home / and still May flowers
Everyone wants to know, can you still jump around with a stick wearing a face covering? So I gave it a shot…