Stop Touching Me!

“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ~E.E. Cummings~ It snowed in Wisconsin on October 25th. Too damn early. Although it’s always a possibility, I prefer to wait until after Thanksgiving to witness the first snowfall. First snowfalls tend to be the prettiest, except when they come a month before anyone is ready and I’m not ready. Then again, it could be worse. Check out this post from Shelley at Quaint Revival. While she also livesRead more

When I Stop

When I stop in the middle of God I am present in the silence of the wind whispering an angel’s breath swirling in and out of crimson and golden maple I hear His creatures Whistling, chirping, rustling across branches on earth’s floor I feel His blessing Peace, tranquility I understand the grandeur of His beautiful, magnificent creation When I stop here in the middle two eyes well with gratitude for breath, life and two legs I give thanks stay silentRead more

SoCS: An Acceptable Medium

This past week has fallen in the middle. Somewhere between a sad low and peaceful, playful highs. In the medium category. This past Monday, my beloved fur baby and Queen of the castle, Ziva, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had kidney failure of the kind that could not be fixed and I was not going to let her suffer. So, I let her go, sobbed my heart out, and began to fill the hole with pieces of fond memoriesRead more

#SoCS: Satisfaction in Motion

Satisfaction. Every time I ride. Anywhere I go. Paved trail, city street, gravel, in a cathedral of green. Location is everything and nothing. Biking is distraction from all that is perplexing and unanswered. An affirmation of God’s and Mother Nature’s presence on earth. It is never old. Never wrong. Never an action that embraces boredom. Always wanting for anticipation and elation. A devotion that cannot be denied. The days are leaning into autumn and becoming cooler. Shorter. Autumn is aRead more

In Truth or Fiction

What path is this? Does it head toward truth? Or remain shaded in fiction? Spirits, desire the straight and narrow of a wooded lane of earth, atmosphere, simple truth Truth that floats with conviction over darkness below giving virtuous cover to fiction Cross the bridge in honesty In knowledge, wisdom Throwing fantasy over rail’s side Fiction through lies forges mud Sucking reality into inky muck Tempting us to sink to its depth Truth is golden It has no agenda, noRead more

The Path of Choice

  Trails of recreation paths of molten black and quarry jewels lined with viridescent birch, oak, evergreen burgundy maple, crimson sumac bodies of blue-green lake and river Lanes of wandering city paths of urban concrete and paint edged with manicured lawns, perennial color nouveau riche grandeur, facades of long ago structures of brick, mortar, steel, glass Roadways of speed racer paths of the fast and serious  hemmed with gravel and shaking grass topography careening by miles of twists, turns, incline,Read more

Reflections

Reflections in a mirror Aqua sky, tree, green, atmosphere Reflections on pavement Spokes, frame, gears, the ride Reflections off water Shadow, sunlight, hues, flock of wings Reflections standing guard Neat row, order, vertical, mimicking Reflections circling mind Grateful, content, calm, soulful triumphRead more

Rain on Fleshy Cheeks

Stop Inhale life Exhale sadness Draw in the earthiness of rain It cleanses pavement Soaks into human joy Stop Inhale life Exhale fear Feel the moist tears from heaven On our fleshy cheeks Tears of peace Flooding hearts with calm Stop Inhale life Exhale doubt Allow the rain to wash it Away to the gutter, the sewer Positive thoughts form a puddle In which to stomp and play Stop Inhale life Exhale the unimportant Let go of frivolous everything FindRead more

All I Need

“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.” ~Friedrich Nietzsche~ “If you seek creative ideas go walking.” ~Raymond I. OD Myers~ Over a lunch time walk, I had neither a great thought nor a creative one, other than I came up with this post. I did enjoy the sun on my face, the crisp almost-spring air, and an opportunity to get away from work for 30 minutes. Sometimes that’s all I need. This post has been brought to you byRead more

Firm Ground

“I prefer to be alive, so I’m cautious about taking risks.” ~Werner Herzog~ Sunday, when going for a late afternoon walk along Little Lake Butte des Morts, I came across several people ice fishing on what was left of winter’s frozen water. Have I told you that I’m not a fan of being out on the ice, either on foot or in a car? I think I became a bit phobic in my 20’s when in the back seat ofRead more

Winter Walk in the Flats

This past weekend was gorgeous, weather wise, for February in Wisconsin. Highs in the upper 30’s, close to 40F (4.4C). Blue skies. Glorious sun. Saturday was a perfect day for a winter walk in the Flats of Appleton, along the Fox River. People and their dogs and kids and one guy on his bicycle, relieving a bit of cabin fever. I’ll let the photos and descriptions do the talking. Click on any photo to enter the gallery and have anRead more

Warmth of a Smug Embrace

At last you show your face smiling, glowing a bit smug absent you were betrayer deserter hiding in ashiness depression cover of darkness for days twelve or more I could not see your smile or feel the warmth of an embrace damp tired is what I felt and sleep wanted to sleep You’re here now giving life and breath to my soul I love to soak up your being praise your existence fall to the ground thank God for withoutRead more