April 21 This happened Sunday morning. (It happened last year, one morning.) Sunday at three pm, from the top of the meadow. At four-thirty. At five pm. At seven pm. ***** Today, Thursday, was only the second time I have left Rocky with K. The first time was only for an hour and he whined…
Month: April 2022
220411 the forest naked
April 11 forest, bare and brown the meadow runs with water the forest runs with water There is water everywhere. We stand on the porch and hear the loudness of a hundred small tumbling streams pouring down and down the hills. Though the forest has just shaken off its winter coat, there is green life…
220410 shrine
April 10 In February, my daughter asked me to make her a gift for a friend. It was to be a “shrine”: a small object to be a focus for meditation. I talked a bit about its conception and creation in an earlier post, (220301 bread road shrine) and now that the gift is given,…
220404 Rocky says, “I am not lost!”
April 4 The little calfs leapt away to hide when I stopped to look at them! These are at the chicken woman’s farm. ***** My thoughts, living here, retired, covid-retired and post-illness, are used to being slow, methodical and mindful, though still, it seems, busy. Saturday morning, half-way through our walk, Rocky was out of…