Turkey Tracks: November 25, 2017
November 23, 2017
Walking haikus make
Themselves with no distractions
Soul rhythms emerge
Thanksgiving day No No Penny and I walked our “lake” walk. It’s one of the areas where she can be off-leash, which pleases us both.
The following pictures illustrate what happens when one just sees, hears, and feels on a walk…
…because then an attachment to nature emerges.
The lake is still low from the summer and early fall drought:
The wind over the water is cold so I don a hat and gloves and tighten my neck scarf and zip up my coat. The cold wind is bracing though and clears out one’s head.
I am reminded of friend Giovanna McCarthy when I feel the warmth of the scarf she made me around my neck.
Penny sets a good pace for us. But she wanders, too, and that’s what a walk is about for her. If she gets too far behind, two whistles bring her running to touch my palm. It’s a game she likes.
The leaves are all gone now. Look at the color of the sky. It’s so blue. It’s not unusual to see rock climbers scaling that cliff.
A view of the lake in the bend of the road. the white speck at the left edge of the road is Penny.
A small group of mallards comes close enough to get a picture. The blue sky’s reflections dance across the water.
When I get back into the car, my head is full of haikus.