• bicycle rides,  bicycling,  clouds,  landscape,  quotes,  sunrises

    The Wonders of Life

    Cumulus clouds at sunrise this morning

    Stopping is an essential part of the spiritual life. If we cannot stop, we cannot see our True Nature. When we stop, we begin to see clearly, and we can appreciate the wonders of life. We can see that there is no separation between ourselves and the world, and we can marvel at the oneness of all things. To be fully present in the moment, we need to stop letting our mind race ahead to the future or dwell in the past. We need to let go of our distractions, our worries, and our busyness.

    Thich Nhat Hanh

    One thing about bicycling is the tendency to be more present to the now and not as much time in my head. So this cloud scene required me to stop this morning and take in the beauty and wonder of nature. And, I wasn’t late to the coffee shop.

  • clouds,  Humor,  landscape

    Cumulonimbus Clouds

    On my way to the library today I turned too soon and found myself in the Dairy Queen parking lot. Being the wise old geezer I am, and not wasting the opportunity, I bought and ate a mini Butterfinger Blizzard, my mom’s flavorite. After the deed was done I did find my way out of the parking lot, made it to the library and got in some journaling time. As I left the library a large thunderhead, a towering cumulonimbus cloud, was sitting out over the eastern plains in all it beauty. These clouds were providing some much needed moisture around the Pawnee Grasslands. So I grabbed a shot of the thunderhead cloud as I was pulling out of the parking lot. May you have a wonderful weekend and be safe!

  • clouds,  landscape,  natural areas,  poems,  poetry,  Reservoir Ridge Natural Area,  writing/reading

    the many gifts of nature…

    sitting on a bench at the natural area
    I look out across the open meadow

    a light wind blows from the south
    softly whispering through golden grass

    taking simple breaths I remain present
    far from those places thoughts beckon

    a blue jay chatters from a pine branch
    joined by a chorus of barking prairie dogs

    I’m listening…

    but all goes silent with my unexpected sneeze
    an engulfing quiet settles upon the meadow

    silence is broken with a chickadees two-note song
    inviting the prairie dogs and blue jays back

    a squawking magpie joins in and so the
    concert continues much to my pleasure

    within this simple experience I am
    offered one of the many gifts of nature

    I’m listening…

    ms