Tag Archives: Reflection

Walking and talking (poetry in nature)

Walking and talking

enjoying the path,

enjoying the cool fall air,

the leaves filtering daylight

colors and light changing with each step.

Stopping by the creek

listening to the water

listening to your description

of whirling water followed by calm

a metaphor for life

But mostly enjoying the company

Taking the scenic path

Two years ago I moved from Chicago which is well known for beautiful cityscapes to the Rocky Mountains which is equally well known for its breathtaking landscapes.

Today, as I reflect upon my daughter’s wedding yesterday, the second daughter to be married this year, and my own birthday, I’m definitely thinking about what path I have chosen.

Do we choose our path, or does it choose us?

Reflections (part two) Poetry

above or below?

what appears on the water,

or below the water line

is it really there?

An illusion?

A reflection?

Our minds reflect upon

what our eyes see.

If my eyes see it, does that make it real?

Creekside hiking with Charlie

Charlie and I enjoy exploring trails and hiking along a creek is fun for both of us. Charlie loves being able to get a drink along the way. Sometimes he cools his paws in the shallow edges but when his friends go for a swim, he won’t jump in.

Today there was a log that he walked along while Bhakti swam nearby. If you use your imagination, it looked a bit like the iconic Patrick Swayze – Jennifer Gray scene from Dirty Dancing.

I wonder what movie Charlie and his friends will reenact next?

Writing Date

I don’t typically write about my own writing in my blog so indulge me, if you will.

Today a friend who is a very accomplished author with wonderful habits and rituals came for a writing date. She explained how she infuses fun in her daily life and writing process. We visited for a while and she met my new puppy, Charlie. πŸ’—πŸΆπŸ’“

Then we agreed to silent, dedicated writing time sitting side-by-side. We’ve talked about how writing alone shouldn’t be hard, but sometimes the focus isn’t there.

It was a lovely morning for so many reasons. I wrote the final draft of the back matter for a picture book and revised another book based on feedback I received over the weekend. Thinking about the ritual of writing and what makes it both gratifying and successful is now something I will consider as I write. I know this will impact my productivity and my enjoyment.