Another snowy day here in New Hampshire
Here at home.
We didn’t get much but it sure made it look pretty.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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 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?
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.
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.