something tells me that
perhaps the wrong cat
drank the rescue remedy calming drops
from the water bowl.
one is facedown in a bowl of seashells
while the other, (my intended target)
is busy outside
standing up on two feet
looking in at me through the window
and meowing loudly.
—
“mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.”
-bertolt brecht
floating on the lake at midnight in the quiet air
—
“there is a budding tomorrow in midnight.”
– john keats
—
irish hills, michigan, usa – summer 2018
relaxation –
the process of an electron releasing a photon of light (energy)
and falling back down to a lower energy level.
—
on traverse bay, michigan, usa – summer 2018
windows open
to the breezy rain
stormy waters rolling onto shore
and i’m soon to be
sleeping by a dock in the bay.
—
“water is the driving force of all nature.”
-leonardo da vinci
—
traverse bay, traverse city, michigan, usa – summer 2018
came upon this peaceful man
sleepy with quiet thoughts
on a quiet noon
spent in bandamer park
ann arbor, mi. usa
—
“summer quiet thoughts on summer quiet noons.”
-ray bradbury, now and forever
walking by the river
—
peace does not mean to be in a place
with no chaos, trouble, or hard realities to deal with.
peace means to be in the midst of all those things
and still remain mentally, emotionally, and physically centered.
-a. chernoff
—
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa – may 2018
my view on the way to work today
with a full moon still in the sky
the beautiful calm after the storm.
—
“kindness is like snow—it beautifies everything it covers.”
-kahlil gibran
beautiful place
to spend a few days
no agenda
no timeline
no worries
immersed in peaceful and historical beauty
“if you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.”
-julie jeanne eleonore de laepinasse
—
london, ontario, canada
“ah! to do nothing – and to do it well.”
-veronique vienne
i began a yoga class this summer
and share a quiet space
with an friendly group:
rambo with the headband,
the affectionate couple,
the woman about to give birth on the mat,
the giggler,
stretch armstrong,
the woman with lots of extra stuff,
and a smattering of others
all kinds of interesting
of various skill levels
our instructor
a sweet hippie fairy
with a lyrical whisper voice
leaves me guessing
watching the others
trying my best to follow
open my eyes, close my eyes, bend, stretch, balance, breathe, hold, lift, tilt, reach
go further
stay in synch with the others
all while relaxing and clearing my mind.
i’m getting there, and as my generous teacher said,
“at least you’re going one inch further each time.”
well, there you go
according to this math
i will be doing a headstand by the time i’m 93
i’m on my way.
—
“blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.”
– author unknown
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photo credit: 1935, vintage bondi beach, australia, catherine annis
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