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Peace………..coming slowly

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As a new year begins for me alongside this stream I feel like the time is coming to share a few personal things with you.

No not that personal  well then again maybe.

You know insight, a reason for still being here.  I thought I could hide behind a few pretty pictures but a few have seen through my exterior and are behind me hiding but also know in time my story will come to light.  I am really writing a few books, I have the words all in my head now to make them come out the way you who write do.  Guess that is my fear that in telling a story  the reason for it gets lost in the wrong words as I am not a writer maybe more a story-teller, again hiding the real heartbreak.

So 35 years ago I was a month away from having my…

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Camping Along A River

Boulders in a Stream

Next Time Color

 

We are planning another visit

We will sleep this time,  in a tent

Yes our dog will be inside there with us

She loves our camping trips too.

 

Winter will be here soon.

The leaves have begun to change .

With less light each day, they will lose their green color

and their grip on the limbs.

 

So it is time for us to go say goodbye to the stream

that has given up her gold flakes to us all summer

and to see our friends before the north country is covered in

ice and snow. You know I hate it so.

 

This trip though, we will spend the day in the river, brrrr

and evenings we will have a beautiful fire

and share meals with our friends.

 

Looking to stay on my plan, even when I am away from home.

Today there was another 2.4 pounds gone.  It is not so much

really hard work for me, as it is adding activity that doesn’t

cause a lot of pain.  I find it easy to take a walk with the pup so

I see her and I going for a walk and many photos being taken by me.

 

I know the men will want steak or burgers, these two LOVE BURGERS

and will use lots of energy collecting Gold from the bottom of the

stream bed but I am thinking out of the box for me.  Do any of you

camp out in a tent and cook on the fire?  Any good meal ideas?

 

There will be a day I do not post but I will before and you know after

I will have lots of weird things to share with you all.

I will have endless days of catching up on what has been happening with

YOU.

 

So  for now, I will be busy packing , just the right things and making sure he doesn’t forget a thing .

 

 

So if you have any ideas for meals over a fire can you get them to me here or

at        Eunice356@gmail.com

 

Peace

Eunice

 

 


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Dry Floral Arrangements

Dry, brittle, hot…no, actually this was a late October morning on the Deschutes River. It was 13 degrees out. I hunkered down to take the shot to gladly escape the upriver wind. A beautiful river, but one should always be careful here.


Ode To A Steelhead

ODE TO A STEELHEAD

With much anticipation,

one takes time off from work.

The motivation, the preparation

is to be standing in the river when you feel the jerk.

The river runs smooth

as it runs toward the ocean.

Your intent is not to soothe

your needs, but to take your devotion

from first light until dark

and hopefully feel the commotion. 

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Last Light & Recollections

Perfect Moments in Time are never forgotten. Nothing diminishes the beauty of certain times in life when all seemed right with the world. The timing, the beauty, the tranquility combined to give a sense of peace that endures all manner of hardships and changes. One must take heart when looking at the beauty of the moment, the distant memory, and know it still soothes the mind. Life changes, but the memory can be carried in a special, safe place.


Gone Fishing

Great Blue Heron

This large bird calls my place home.

He fishes along the shore of our stream.

He is healthy .  So beautiful too.

At times others join him and they soar above,

like prehistoric creatures, calling out to one another.

I keep this yard clean and protect this waterway .

They depend on it to live and I never want them to go.

 

 


Holding On

nutsfortreasure:

we have to hold on don’t we

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Holding on tight

Fighting to stay strong

Wanting to grow

We are not alone in  this desire

 

 

 

Such a tall tree it is for having it’s roots clinging to so little soil and clearly not much water till the river rises

but for now it clings strong to the rock, solid ground.

 

How many times  in our lives have we done just that to make it till the next morning?

 

 

 

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Markers That Help You Shine

Markers

You come down the pathway

to the river’s edge.

Seeking solitude, to get away.

There is no one near.

But, you gaze upon those rock formations

and know someone has gone before you to mark their way.

You seek solace, you seek cleansing, you don’t want to hear

that inner voice that criticizes your past life and limitations.

Is there comfort in knowing others have been there?

I believe if the marker, the sign, is gentle and beautiful

one is more likely to see the wisdom, the grace.

The soothing comfort of others is available when 

we are ready to change our ways.

Can you see those markers before you?

When you come upon them

recognize them for the signs

that brush across your tired, tight brain.

Let them heal, soothe, comfort you.

Come in out of the mental rain, the reign

of self harm, the negative doubts.

See the beauty, the positive path and 

escape the bouts of being a dark cloud.

Others tire of this part of you…they need to see

you shine….you, shine.


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The River

The river seeping down the hill,

Crossing every hurdle, everything in between,

Leaving behind the pleasures of beginning,

Moving on the path where there is nothing but struggle.

It still streams down the hill, across the plateau,

To meet the end, the ultimate end,

Where it would find solace,

Where the journey would end-

The place where everything may not be good,

But this place has to be achieved anyhow,

That is the ultimate aim.

The river reaches the end, gets mixed with it,

Loses its identity,

But at the same time gets a new one that of the sea,

The vast one, a new identity.

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