Sunday Rejuvenation

Sunday is as Sunday does A beautiful gift from God above Placid waters and winter’s wheaty grass Wondering if the attempt of warmth will last Sunday is at it rests upon wooden bench While rejuvenation seeks to be quenched Take in the view, smell coming of spring Listen to geese upon their honking wing Sunday is as one day in time It’s cool, calm energy feels sublime A walk along it’s graceful edge Removes the cobwebs from life’s head SundayRead more

Thursday Doors: A Walk Along the River

In June I went for a walk. I know, surprising. The walk took me to the part of Appleton known as “The Flats.”  The Flats is a well-known area that is home to industry, apartment buildings, eateries and two walking trails along the banks of the Fox River. I’ve walked the Newberry trail many times, but this summer I discovered the start of the Fox Trot trail is right across the road and wraps around a portion of the river.Read more

A Train Whistle and Longing

“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train; except that the longing isn’t really in the whistle—it is in you.” ~Meindert DeJong~   I could hardly stand to be at work this past Friday. I was restless. It was a beautiful day – highs in the 70’s, low humidity, blue skies, sun. “Why am I here and not outside, on my bike?” On this beauty, I desperately longed for a ride.Read more

Alone

I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self…  ~Joshua Slocum~ Someone left me here. To die. Or, at the very least, to suffer the indignities of being burned by the sun, moistened by the rain and chilled by a late winter’s night. Why was I left alone on this bench? Why was I forsaken? Am IRead more

Waiting Patiently

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland~ Nineteen days and counting. As I snapped this photo of a bench at Fritse Park, on the shores of Little Lake Butte des Morts, I had thoughts of the comings days: Temperatures slowly warming (*fingers crossed*), snow melting (after this Tuesday’s predicted snowstorm), grass growing (once the snow melts), the promise of daffodils (if it warms up) and the maiden 2015 voyage of a mountain bike (when the grassRead more