I’ve often felt I was the slowest one on this path,there are bikes, skateboards, scooters, and electric versions of the sameeven moms with carriages, a few walkers and walking sticks, there are fast walkers, dog walkers, and runners to bootand they all seem to pass me at one point or another. nowi’m not complaining, I’m […]

Its spring here, finallythe Ash and Oregon Oak branches are leafingthe Great Horsetail shoots up in droves in the tree understorey,and spreads its spores, as it has done for over 100 million years,in among low leafing herbaceous Hydrophyllum which fills much ground on both sides of this shaded path,the air is perfumed with bud and

Feeling this…

It’s a test of willingness to dine together, when the shelled peanuts fill the dishes

I didn’t find any pot of gold, although the sky was golden in it’s own way When someone leaves food by turtle pond, all the residents come ashore, including Canadian geese, Wood Ducks, and some curious helmetted kids Each day now, it seems, new trees push out their buds. Today I noticed catkins hanging in

it got icy cold again, after some spring like temps in the mid 50°’s. I’m walking with a neck wrap and my knit cap in 41° drizzle…with wind.walking is reality filled with sanity, fresh breathe shared with the trees, meditative mind wanderings.there are beautiful tiny upside down white flowers, bursting from the wispy cluster of

the dark wet clouds flowingbetween the sun and the groundas i walk this pathyesterdays rain fillingshallow wide puddles of standing waterin the low ground…intense reflections as i walk this pathabove me, around me, and reflectedat once present, mirrored, then disappearedas i walk this path