January 18, 2019. Winter weather changes certain habits – like wandering about in the yard looking at the day’s blooms and potential blooms while Labrador Buttercup tends to her morning business. A heater on the enclosed back porch (our seasonal greenhouse) tempts and I navigate toward the rocking chair near by, leaving the porch door cracked for dog’s return.
Often porch time becomes reflective, more so these past few days as I’ve begun reading Alan Watts.
May 3, 2018. Yesterday afternoon I ventured out in weather that could not quite rain but refused to calm down … I had one of those moments of recall that brought me home to write down the memories. Searching through files, I found photos from 2017 of the same place, on a similar overcast day – which I’ve coupled with a closer view of the prickly poppies prevalent this time of the year. I go back once a year or so, preferably in the Spring. My aunt’s house is long gone, but the road remains pretty much the same – near Cheapside, 20 miles out from Cuero TX.
My memories are of the year I lived in the country with my aunt, who worked in town and got home a good 2 hours after the school bus dropped me at the front gate. I spent those 2 hours daily walking the country road, solo except for cows off in the pasture. I was in the 8th grade, a pivotal year, and I owe so much to those walks! One day in particular, the wind nearly knocked me down, but I charged into it rather than go inside to be “safe”.
May 8, 2016. Yesterday, while listening to wisdom about ways to encourage transcendent experiences, I found myself writing this poem in the margin of my notes. One of the suggestions was ritual. My thoughts went immediately to the daily morning routine with our Labrador. Where better to “wake up” than outdoors just before dawn? Ritual happens.
October 15, 2015. I’m currently taking a wonderful online class taught by Lorraine Mejia-Green (www.LorraineMejia.com). We are writing odes of our own patterned after Pablo Neruda odes. This poem stems from reading Neruda’s Ode To The Cat. Often more mindful of daily schedules than are their human companions, cats do not hesitate to remind us of the hour at hand. Living with cats is an effective mindfulness practice!
This photo of Sketch waiting at the front door was taken by Gary Kendrick, the one who nightly tames the wild huntress into snuggler.