Absence

I’ve been absent from this space.

I’m not sure why.

Many times thoughts came to my mind and I paused..

thinking maybe I should write something

but instead

I knit

or just sat

Watching

birds at the feeders

cats at play

sun beams

not thinking in words

so

no writing

Too bad writing requires words

 

 

 

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morning:

sitting
knitting
listening
rain patter
birds chatter
clock ticking
sipping
standing up
headed to work

evening:

prone on my mat
stretching
eyes closed
listening
clock ticking
silenced phone buzzing
footsteps in the street
train whistle nearing
seagulls in the distance
door closing
whistling
sitting up
headed home


I went looking

The sky was dramatic yesterday
so I went for a walk in one of my favorite places
to look at its beauty above

and everything between and beneath

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and yes, Marcia, I did find the nest:IMG_8343


exuberance

I used to shy away from taking pictures of people I don’t know, especially other people’s children.  But lately I’ve noticed that when I play with a little voyeurism, I capture little moments that make me smile.  Such was a recent outing to Semiahmoo spit on Easter.

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trusting ‘whatever’

I slowed my bike but thought “whatever,” and went right through the puddle.

Such is life.

I often see puddles too late to adjust and go around;

Trusting my balance and

fenders to keep me dry,

I just peddle on through to the sidewalk on the other side.


Think, Write, Thursday – on Saturday

The prompt is to describe a tree house hideaway,  but for me, my special spot was a closet.

When we moved into the house where I did  most of my growing up, my bedroom had a closet about 5 feet square.  The first thing I did when that room became mine was make the closet a special hiding place.  With my clothes hung above, I made the floor underneath cozy with pillows and blankets and my stuffed animals.  I didn’t spend a lot of time in there, but just knowing I could made it special.


4/9/17

One branch of blossoms

dips low to the water’s edge

and deer come nibbling.