some people
go digging for old bottles—
these aren’t them!
….working on my next origami quilt. don’t know yet what i’ll do with these tiny bottles. for now, just having fun.
323. cool cat
willey
doesn’t lose
his cool
“almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you”—anne lamott
322. just keeping the faith
thousand legger
just doing it’s thing
leg by leg
….not trying to change the world, just moving ahead one leg at a time.
321. morning practice
silent morning
reading and writing and
tripping out
only in a secondary way does morning practice become a discipline that keeps me grounded in the order and the disorder of daily life in this unpredictable, unruly world we are all living in right now. what are we all doing here anyway? learning the art of allowing, of getting along, of accommodating and adjusting….one-day-at-a-time. it’s not easy and there is no escape. the trick is to remain engaged, don’t go spinning off too far or tripping out. just like patience, practice pays.
320. just saying….
across the way
old house getting a facelift—
think i’ll do the same….
….just a thought. thoughts are funny things, where do they come from, where do they go. early mornings i sometimes see so many thoughts. like clouds….little clouds, big clouds, white, gray, pink and even smokey blue. amusing or wondrous or troubling. just giving voice to a thought can take the pressure off so that I don’t have to act out on it. funny.
319. silent witness
not talking
one-on-one on one
facing off
318. paying respects
from the labors of summer
when things grow
it’s late august now, and thanks to these wheelbarrows the community gardens are thriving….
317. the three amigos
the three amigos
putting down their armor
….for lunch?
there i go again creating fantasies….what fun!
316. this old tree
logging stories
year after year after year
this old tree
*
wrinkles and scars
scrapes and burns….this old tree
keeps on growing
315. click!
always on the lookout 👀
just click!
314. night on the town
used to work in that building
dreamt i had a new job
walking around after dinner at a fancy steakhouse….sat in the vault of a used-to-be swanky bank….ate a filet….slept through the night and dreamt i had a new job to go to….glad i slept well and glad it was only a dream!
313. 40 years later….
trading secrets
sharing concerns and ideas
laughing and laughing
*
tolerating faults
faithful to their own needs
making things right
*
40 years later
satisfied and happy, too
el & ellie
*
el & ellie
in their blue-and-white pj’s
beaming and beaming
this is a poem about el & ellie phant. this is more than a poem about el & ellie. think about it….
312. eat local
one here, one across the street
still open
—independent restaurants help to support hospitality workers and keep our neighborhoods vibrant. remember to support your local restaurant.
311. a puppy in training
a puppy
is a puppy is
a puppy
this is Betty, in training to be a visiting service dog. by now she’s likely all grown up and bringing smiles and joyful tears to the many people she visits.
my morning practice is to read. i’ve been doing this nearly 45 years. i sit down with a cup of coffee and read by candlelight. it’s early and still dark outside. i read for inspiration, contemplation. spiritual books, self-help books, biographies, memoirs…. lately, it’s been haiku and other poetry. this morning i cried glad tears after reading a little story by Mary Oliver—i found it on line, here it is…. https://www.cccindy.org/_main_site/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/MARCH-3_ROPES.pdf
310. commitment
wanted so badly
to give up and pull out….instead
wrote this haiku
309. it’s me!
soft snoring
waking me from my dreams—
it’s me….
308. ships in the night
ghost of a cicada
the ant and it’s prey—
unshakable
like ships passing in the night….one departed, one defeated, one still going strong. i wonder, in another lifetime, could they have been friends.
307. penny & percy
penny & percy
morning sun lighting them—
listening to crows
306. cat talk
what’s what? i just roll over
and take another look!
….the wise cat knows to slow down, take an easy breath, and take a long look to see what’s really going on, instead of unthinkingly thinking that she knows what’s what.😽
305. on top of the world
on a high
gazing up at the sun
following my heart🐝
—days come when all I want to do is just sit and read and write and look at my pictures and meander and enjoy….ah, yes, this is one of those days.
304. morning glories
….the sun rose up
and the two lovers blossomed
and bloomed
302. brain fog
caught myself
trying to put the cream bottle
inside the dish closet!🤣
—got up earlier than usual this morning: heated water, poured coffee into the cup, took cream from the fridge and poured it in, then turned around and opened the cabinet door, and saw the dishes and the cream in my hand 🤪….what a goof! made me think of the time i lost my glasses then found them in the freezer….what a goof! you gotta laugh!
301. thinking not thinking
peering silently
up at the moon….
morning glory vine
— plants can do incredible things. research has shown plants have all the same senses as humans, and they respond. in addition to hearing or taste, for example, they can sense gravity, the presence of water, or even feel that an obstruction is in the way of its roots before coming into contact with it; plant roots will shift direction to avoid an obstacle. plants even have memory…. https://www.pri.org/stories/2014-01-09/new-research-plant-intelligence-may-forever-change-how-you-think-about-plants
300. beyond old….
behind the old iron fence
not giving up
298. eavesdropping
laughing voices
across the alley….keeping
a low profile
—it’s not always easy minding our own business….life is just so darn interesting!
297. early bird
reading haiku
early birds twittering
the cat chattering
—morning, noon, and night….something’s always going on….life just doing it’s thing….taking it all in, with gusto.
296. wondering….
rummaging thru old pictures
….blue mood
—what is it about windows that so invites the inquiring mind….
295. sending hope….
hearing the news—
at a loss for what to do
….sending hope
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