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Walk to the River: March 2016
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, March 31, 2016. A young woman almost fell,. But she did not almost fall for me. Oh, it seems the last step on the stairway was missing,. Or, perhaps, there should have been just one more. So she just stumbled, really,. Never her supple and slinking body arcing. Over sideways and entangling with mine. Oh, I would have caught her in my arms -. If only I could have. And then, instead,. When I did ask her if she were alright,. She said ‘yes’ –. I said to myself.
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Walk to the River: A tree with lights in it
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Friday, December 2, 2016. A tree with lights in it. It was quite some time ago that Annie Dillard put a vision of ‘a tree with lights in it’ into my head. But how can I tell you what I mean? I don’t know exactly what she saw when she saw it, but through her words, I believed her. And then one day I saw the tree with lights in it. This kind of seeing is a wonder in and of itself, but there is also another level of seeing. You can believe it or not. This seeing is only...
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Walk to the River: Inukshuk by the Kaw
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, December 25, 2014. Inukshuk by the Kaw. If a story has a beginning, middle and end, can a walk be a story? This man had been built only up to a lower torso of several stones on a large, flat stone joining two squat legs. If we had bent down in the right places, we could have looked through the legs of the inukshuk to cairns that had been built out in the river in shallow water. Then again, when we had walked as far as we could unless we could have managed t...
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Walk to the River: April 2016
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, April 28, 2016. I push open the door/ walk/ analogue. Is interesting/ looked up and smiled. At me/ it’s like one continuous/ crack. In the sidewalk/ looked up and smiled. At me/ analogue is interesting/ supper. Was on the table/ looked up and. Smiled at me/ it’s like one continuous/. Crack in the sidewalk/ I pushed open. The door/ who did you see? Up and smiled at me/ it’s like one. Continuous/ crack in the sidewalk/. Looked up and smiled at me/ analogue.
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Walk to the River: Fast away the old year passes
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Saturday, December 31, 2016. Fast away the old year passes. I sat down on the bench in South Park. It was the one along the sidewalk. But what did it matter. Which bench? The winter solstice had finally passed by the day before, but today was just as gray as a day could be. The ground in front of me was visibly soggy from the remains of a few inches of snow that had fallen last weekend. I stopped after several more blocks along Mass Street for a bowl of tomato soup, ...
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Walk to the River: July 2016
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, July 28, 2016. In a wild universe. Even as I turned to the darker portions of the sky, with some patience I could have almost counted the stars. Humans in these parts have illuminated the night on nearly every corner and then some. Still, sometimes even the view of the universe from my backyard is worth getting out of bed for. It roamed in an urban environment, to be sure, but this skunk was as wild in its own mind as it could be. Then a car came speeding d...
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Walk to the River: Lullaby
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, November 24, 2016. She snored like a bullfrog. Of course he had never gotten over the way that they plopped into the water in the dark just before you came upon them lolling in the moonlit grass. And he had never seen her at all until it was too late and she splashed him silly. That was only an expression. You could have called the expression on her face a smile if you wanted to. So they called the baby, Gabriella. They could only hope. Subscribe below to r...
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Walk to the River: Cairn 2016
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Tuesday, November 15, 2016. I understand that humans have built cairns to mark the way or as a way to remember something for a long time. There are of course consequential actions. But consequential for whom? At about noon on Friday, I wanted to get the swirl of consequences out of my head. There will be time to consider the consequences of one unvirtuous man in a powerful office or the ongoing neglect of other men. Instead, I built a cairn. Let’s be clear....Now I w...
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Walk to the River: October 2016
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, October 6, 2016. What is obvious is often forgotten. I was looking out of my study window at around 2 o’clock on an early October afternoon. I decided to get outside - tilt my somewhat spherical head at an angle of 23.5 degrees and revolve around the sun. But our minds are constantly doing much more than we can notice. Our perceptions must rely on a great deal of unconscious processing. But we can choose to attend. And so, here we are. But step back: the re...
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Walk to the River: Moon Approaching South Park
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Walk to the River. Walk to the river. Thursday, January 21, 2016. Moon Approaching South Park. I like to think of myself as a philosopher-poet. I think, therefore I write. On my good days, I think that I am just a poet. Let’s face it, folks. Some days I’m just a would-be poet. And even my thinking doesn’t always amount to much. And yet, poetry exists. And me. Or I? It all makes me wonder, sometimes. I’m just asking. Poor old Bert,. He has let his mind go. Free and easy as pie. But, she exclaimed,. 1 min ...
