A Cool Day for A Mediation Walk

 There was a cool breeze, but no snow. Mid February and no snow on the ground. The good news is that there is also no ice. No dangerous conditions to walk down my street to the marsh. The vastness of the marsh and the Little River is a powerful tool to relax, breathe and be in nature. 

Quiet this time of year. Few birds, one red squirrel and one loud raven alarming all the Blue Jays in the Universe to "Be Alert For Danger Right Now."

I spot at White River's Bridge. The tide is running low. I am alone. It is quiet.

I love living near a marsh. I have learned to live with ticks, mosquitos, and hunters. I still get angry at the people who don't respect the area. The dump out their cigarettes', beer bottles and Dunkin Coffee Cups.

I want to put up a sign "THIS IS NATURE...NOT YOUR WASTE BASKET." "TAKE YOU JUNK HOME WITH YOU" or "WOULD YOU JUNK UP YOUR BACKYARD?"

But I don't make signs, the signs would junk up the marsh. So, I try to remember to bring a bag, and pick up their mess. 

 

 

The Winter the Snow forget to come

 The cold winds are blowing hard, but we have a fraction of the snow that we normally receive.

Our mostly fern grass is coloring the yard into a brilliant shade of Irish green. The pond across the street is starting to show unfrozen water waves. The sun is warm. This world is going wacky.

Serve storms are the norm now. Strange weather patterns appear in the sky more often than not.

The birds have been quiet. Heard only one quick owl call all winter. A fox spent the afternoon visiting our yard. 

Nothing feels right about the weather now. My herb garden has been uncovered most of the winter. The usual snow is not protecting the plants from the gale winds. I worry that more plants will die.

Framed View from the Portland MA Art Museum

 

I am an artist. I guess you could say  that I have been an artist all my conscious life.  It is too bad that I finally realized this tendency. I always  knew that I did not fit in with school chums, sometimes teachers, and myself. Growing up in Springfield was a lonely time for me. I was socially a misfit. I grow to enjoy my time with my self. It really was not a bad thought. My creativity always reached out to me when I needed solitude. My new bedroom over looked the back yard grass and a hill and walkway to the next terraced street. I watched birds, rode my bike, climbed the "Mt. Evert of Springfield. 

The time in Springfield was a happy time and a very sad time for me. Long, log story, I can not go bad and think about it. It is not part of my history. I washed it away a very long time ago.

I always took pictures. Cameras came and upgrades came along, but I still loved being behind the camera.

And yes, I love taking pictures of myself . I don't like to call it a selfie. I don't like the way that sounds. It sounds selfish, self centered,  and uncaring. 

Don't get me wrong, I am a very caring person. I also have boundaries, my loves, and my likes in my heart. That is where that stuff should be. It should be warm and calm in my heart. 

I am an artist. No one can stop me if I believe those words. New Years resolution 2023...believe in yourself, love yourself and be kind to your body and of course, your mind. 

Don't say crude words. Don't Gossip. Be kind. Be Helpful to Others.